Chapter Sixteen
I depart, midafternoon, physically and emotionally exhausted, disappointed that my p***s remains caged. Release denied, Miss Marsha explained that my hormonal build up will continue.
More training in cosmetics, more house work, sometime after lunch, Miss Marsha decided on a respite... a nap. Horrified, I learned again how quickly and easily my wrist and ankle bands can afford thorough bondage. Wrists clipped behind my back with a double ‘D’ clamp, I was led to a bedroom, presumably Johnny’s with all the colorful little girl decorations, and bedded. There to have my ankle bands clipped together as well. Immobilized, we then napped, Johnny crawling onto the bed to rest beside me, offering a repulsive kiss, right hand cupping a scrotum squeezed to soreness between my control
