Master Reggie had him in a bit of a pickle. Hands behind his back, gripping his wrists, clover clips on both nipples, attached to each other and to a horse bit Tim held in his mouth by a thin chain. If that sucker fell down, he’d be in a world of hurt. Jae, and frankly the rest of the crowd watching Reggie’s premiere Predicament Play demonstration, were thoroughly amused at watching Tim dance about to the tune of the switch in Reggie’s hand. Each muffled moan and yelp was quickly stifled with a clenched jaw. Adorable. “How long do you think he can keep this up?” Reggie causally asked the audience, swatting at Tim’s thighs, leading him from one edge of the stage to the other. “Let’s place some bets. Five minutes? Ten?” A woman called from the front row, “Ten bucks says not even five!” “Twenty on ten!” someone else right in front of Jae replied. He snorted, having a great deal more faith in his pet’s stamina. “Forty for fifteen!” Reggie looked right at him, as did Tim, whose eyes flashed with determination.
