Chapter Thirty-two
I am granted the privilege of watching Ms. Powers shower, and again find myself mesmerized by the combination of muscles and feminine curves on her six-foot frame. Donning a soft cotton robe, she tugs on my leash and we proceed to her living room .
There, Ms. Powers guides me to the carpet before her large television. I sit on the floor with my back propped against the front of her lounge chair, legs stretched straight out in front of me. My wrists remain cuffed in my waist belt. Without command, I know to spread my feet. My golden ball first peeks out then is slowly drawn up inside me. The ominous videotape is inserted. A button is pushed. She returns and sits with her legs straddling my shoulders.
Filling the screen is the radiant face of Nurse Inga. Her blond her
