Chapter Thirty Seven
Days Become Weeks
A rhythm develops, each day the routine approximately the same, but for Christy’s class schedule.
Saturdays I release her from the CB-6000, popping the device into the dishwasher while I shave pubes and scrotum. I also begin to apply depilation lotion to Christy’s entire body, late puberty bringing wisps of unwanted body hair. She is cuffed behind her back during the process, the male hormones brimming, compliance with my verbal commands denying touch not to be trusted.
The firmness of her p***s, meanwhile, seems to grow with each release. It slowly but steadily rises, the tip greeting her navel, with Christy giggling in watching it blossom. Yes, giggling as would a school girl encountering the angry male organ on her first date. She appears detac
