Chapter Seventeen
Keeping hands on head as directed, Nicholas Strothers feels his heart pound, his circulation acclimating to standing upright for the first time in days. Nurse Ingrid remains most proximate, one hand holding the solution filled basin containing his precious jewels, the other grasping the catheter tube as if it was a leash, assuring that his phallus does not stray into the basin.
“The door, Karen. Then you take the catheter tube and lead.”
Glad to be able to move, apprehensive of being walked about naked and led by governing females, Nicholas Strothers resigns himself to being obedient. And he is correct to assume acquiescence. In his vulnerable condition, the slightest mishap would lead to untimely alteration...that which he desperately seeks to avoid.
So, when a smili
