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While eating dinner I begin to acclimate Douglas to his new protocol. Standing on one foot, I have him remain motionless, which means silent, not the slightest tintinnabulation of a single bell.
It is marvelously challenging for him.
“Did she have you drink as well, your interrogator?”
“Yes, Ma’am. Always. She enjoys it and knows I am there to please, for her enjoyment.”
For my first ride, I was surprised how facilely Douglas located my urethral opening and patiently partook in all my bladder had to offer. His training has been intense and exacting. And in not having a drop spilled, there comes this overwhelming sense of bonding with the oral servant, as stated, a sense of nurturing. Excretions, something my body rejects, seem to be so warmly received by the subjugated. This sense
