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Financial independence certainly augments my desires, I cannot help thinking as I rest between patients.
Before me is my computer and I click to the secretive web address I have created, worth the modest monthly sum. Coming onto the screen is Douglas, lying in restraints as he spends so many, many hours deprived of motion, initially his thoughts running rampant, now dulled and focused on me, as intended. Yes, the brain cells somewhat stir, but not much else.
I click the mouse on a small unassuming window at the bottom of the screen. It triggers a tiny earphone placed in Douglas’s right ear, signaling that I am observing, and that I want him to stiffen for me.
I smile, my need satiated, a partial and temporal sate, as the organ, which has been totally under feminine governance for n
