Doll House – Detective Nolms story
Howard got home from work earlier than normal. His day was spent coping and sending all of the case files back to Mother. He was near nervous about being caught, but the thrill of it excited him. Making his thin cock strain along his cage. But it was obeying Mother was the most pleasurable. He never knew he could feel this way. All he needed to do was submit. The shoulder bag hit the floor with a heavy, defeated thud, the leather worn smooth by years of dragging it through the grimy underbelly of the city. Detective Howard Nolms stood in the entryway of the suburban split-level that had slowly become a prison of mortgage payments and silence. He loosened his tie, a cheap polyester noose that had been choking him all day, and ran …