Chapter Fifty Nine
To the Spare Bedroom
Christy lies hooded, naked, motionless, feeding bag seeping sludge into her stomach. Ankle cuffs hold the feet to the right and left of her head, my little ballerina cutely pointing her toes. With thighs widely spread the catheterized p***s and wired testicles are obscenely exposed. That rectum I so often plunder with Mr. Feeldoe invitingly beckons.
As we enter the room I look to see that Madam smiles... a pleasant smile. She does not cringe in horror with the sight of bound nakedness. She is one of us.
Yes, she approaches Christy’s seemingly lifeless form, her eyes scanning, absorbing every detail.
“You shock the testicles?” the inflection more statement than question.
“Absolutely. Not only the application of correcting pain, in addition Chri
