Chapter Sixteen
“Angelica suggests you need to be walked,” Nurse Ingrid commands more than inquires.
Nicholas Strothers watches on the screen as experienced hands check the level of the sterile solution in the stainless steel basin. Fingers toy with his empty scrotal sac, seeming to be a rite of passage for all visiting women. He hears a low chuckle of confidence, the woman finding amusement in viewing and examining a male made so vulnerable by the marauding hands of a woman of purpose.
“You’ll need to be most careful...and obedient. It requires supervision and many hands.”
Nicholas Strothers nods. As Nurse Karen has already pointed out, he is more and more acceptant of feminine governance...more acclimated with each passing hour to the authority of domineering women.
Besides, it is h
