Chapter Forty One
The New Protocol
Without the CB-6000 in place, I am cautious. Christy’s balls remain wired, a battery pack able to apply a reminder jolt should I observe untoward behavior... i.e. touching. So I am armed with the remote control for the electro stimulation unit, but more delightfully also with a tiny tape recorder, bell and buzzer instantly sounded at my whim.
I release Christy from sensory deprivation and after slipping out the tubing, she weeps, thanking me for the reprieve.
“And what have you learned over the past few days, Christy?” driving home the conditioning.
“I am to harden for you... when I hear that bell. And become soft with the buzzer.”
“Good girl. And should you ever touch yourself?”
“No, no, Ma’am. Never.”
“Excellent. See what happens to good girls.
