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Saturday offers more time for Douglas’s rehabilitation. After breakfast I have him clean, well hobbled with a short strap connecting the Posey ankle cuffs. I offer change, which is important, demonstrating that his environment is really never his. The rubber coated cable is now hooked to the tight ring encircling his p***s and scrotum. Yes, leashing a boy by his balls certainly sends a signal of feminine authority and I read the morning paper listening to the many tiny bells chime along with the larger bell attached to his genitals.
Nearing completion of his duties, I step to the spare bedroom and retrieve the p***s probe and sound activated control box.
“I think you and I need to review some tapes, Douglas. I think it is important for you,” detaching his cable.
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