Chapter Thirteen
Miss Beatrice left me to my thoughts for three days... or three feedings in my internal measure of time. The degrading prostatic massage offered by the wall mounted dildo had calmed me for a time, having slowly precipitated the release of semen. There was no ejaculation, just the gradual emission of male essence resulting in hormonal release. But of course on the second day thereafter my randiness returned and Nurse Ingrid’s comment about the food additives occupied my cerebrum, particularly when tumescence was stimulated by the most inconsequentially licentious thoughts.
There was definitely something spurring such spontaneous erections.
Then she returns, as always professionally and most alluringly dressed. Manicured, conservatively bejeweled, painstakingly made up,
