DRYING

After subjecting James to the utmost humiliation, Alexander Harrington emerged from the bath chambers with an air of satisfaction, his body adorned in the finest garments befitting his status as the master of Thornwood Estate. As he dressed, his mind replayed the events of the morning, relishing in the power he wielded over his helpless slaves.

With deliberate care, Alexander selected each garment, his movements purposeful and controlled. He donned a crisp shirt of the finest silk, the fabric cool against his skin, and fastened it with ornate cufflinks that glinted in the dim light of the room.

Next, he selected a pair of tailored trousers, the fabric clinging to his legs in all the right places, accentuating his physique. With practiced ease, he fastened them at the waist and smoothed out any creases with a flick of his wrist.

Finally, Alexander selected a jacket of the finest wool, its deep navy hue complementing his features. He slipped it on with a sense of pride, the weight of the fabric a comforting reminder of his status as the master of Thornwood Estate.

As he surveyed himself in the mirror, Alexander couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction at the sight before him. For in that moment, he knew that he was more than just a man – he was a symbol of power and authority, a ruler whose word was law.

With a smirk of satisfaction, Alexander decided to further assert his dominance over his helpless servant.

"James," Alexander commanded, his voice tinged with amusement, "fetch the hair dryer."

With a sense of resignation, James hurried to obey, fetching the hair dryer and placing it into his master's waiting hand.

As Alexander switched on the device, a blast of warm air filled the room, enveloping James in its comforting embrace. With practiced ease, Alexander directed the stream of air towards James's wet body, the gentle hum of the dryer drowning out any other sound.

As the warm air enveloped him, James couldn't help but feel a sense of humiliation wash over him. Here he was, kneeling naked before his master, being subjected to yet another act of degradation.

But even as he endured the humiliation, James knew better than to protest. He had long since learned that resistance was futile, and that his only purpose in life was to serve his master's desires.

And so, with a sense of resignation, James allowed himself to be dried by the hair dryer, his skin tingling with the warmth of the air. With each passing moment, he felt the last vestiges of his dignity slipping away, replaced by a sense of utter submission to his master's will.

And as Alexander looked on, a sense of satisfaction washed over him at the sight before him – James, his loyal pet ****, kneeling obediently before him, utterly at his mercy. With each blast of warm air, he knew that he was reinforcing his dominance over his helpless servant, ensuring that James's obedience remained absolute.