Chapter Fourteen
Flushed with humiliation, I had never before experienced such degradation as in laying naked on Ms. Nancy’s lap while she milked me. Missy was transfixed with the process. The display seemed to empower her, despite her age and feminine frailty, in knowing that the vaunted male could so easily be tamed and so clinically relieved of what young girls are taught to fear... the male essence.
The waist belt, Ms. Nancy came to term it my m**********n belt, remained affixed about my waist for the evening and I slept wearing it with wrists entrapped. Fortunately, in giving up my sperm, the change in hormonal balance seemed to make me groggy and I rested well.
The next morning, with hands immobile, I had to patiently wait for someone to open my bedroom door and with bladder full,
