Chapter Thirty Two
To Frolic
Normally I bathe Christy in the laundry room, though on occasion I will bathe with her in the sizable tub while penetrating her with Mr. Feeldoe.
But with Muffin visiting, I can suspend my efforts. The girls can wash each other.
So as the tub fills, I pour in bubble bath and instruct.
“You’re going to wash each other, girls. You are not to touch yourself.”
Muffin is acclimated to such mild homophobia, of course. At the Institute the castrates not only wash each other but are free to caress and play with all anatomical parts, intimate or not, as long as such are not their own.
Yet, Christy’s homophobia reignites. She pouts and I suspect a scene.
“Not a word, Christy. You know how much you dislike the p***s gag... and I’ll use it next time I hear a plea
