Training

“I’m going to gag you,” I promised her.

“I’ll make you cry,” I added. She looked up at me, bright eyes wide and calm.

“You won’t be able to breathe, for a while,” I said. “It will be up to me to decide when you can.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Please.” Her voice was like a prayer, almost a hymn.

“Please, Sir,” she begged, “I need to be —”

— Frenulum