the jailee (2) > 03/03/07
The jailor though realized that she could not push things too far. Occasionally, she would give some leeway and allow for the jailee’s own eccentricities. As when the jailee wanted to throw a party in one of the hot spots of the town. It went against the jailor’s sense of direction but “what harm will it to do me,” she thought, “if the jailee throws a party that nobody wants. I’ll allow him his pleasure and he will think that he acts on his own.” The jailee felt seen and appreciated, and the apron strings tightened. The jailor smiled smugly as the jailee now would follow her lead with glee and affection, at least for the time being.
But there were times when she despite her childhood training lost sight of how far the jailee could be pushed, or maybe it was a calculated risk she took to reaffirm her position when the ground she was standing on started crackling. Once in her busy schedule, she asked the jailee to get her her lunch because she had an important meeting at one o’clock that could not wait. He agreed, but as she had no cash, she went to pick up some at the ATM down the street and returned only to send the jailee off to get her her lunch down the very same street. He returned carrying a doggy bag in his moulded hands and body drenched in humiliation. At times like these, the jailee would turn rebellious even though he knew the role he was to play in the program director’s script. Had she made a miscalculation she lost him, but most often he swallowed his humiliation and the ropes tightened around his wrists, the leash around his neck. Yes, I believe he even enjoyed in the sweet bondage of the jailor’s power play.
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