Chapter Twenty-Nine
Scheduling and Schooling
Christine
I was always drained by the strenuous periods of physical exertion and the discipline that accompanied them, but this time I felt even more tired. Within the imprisoning cups I could feel that my breasts had filled once more and knew I would soon be taken to the chamber I already hated and feared. I knew he would be relentless and I would soon be encased once more by the awful milking cups. When I finished showering and dressing, I walked to the kitchen to find him poring over a sheet of paper that looked suspiciously like a daily schedule of some sort.
That was a good exercise period today! he congratulated me. And by the way, your speech-inhibitor is turned off for the moment so you can talk.
Thank you, Master. I whispered
