Chapter Thirty-Three
A significant period of healing was deemed necessary so that all the keloids would uniformly blend. During that time I was not to view myself. Though I could obviously look down at my stomach, arms and legs, there were no mirrors available to view my face.
I was exercised and Gretchen introduced me to some of the equipment that was installed during the brief vacancies of my room while on the treadmill.
The double scrotum strap had become de rigueur for me when she was in control. Something about having immediate access to my huge testicles seemed to hold her interest despite the redundancy of the daily routine. Thus I often felt the tapping cane where a male least likes to feel any instrument of correction.
But the whipping bench made for great drama and Gretchen
