CHAPTER 33
Milked as a Human Cow
“Good Morning, dear,” she greeted me happily. “I hope you enjoyed the first night in your new encasement? If not, that’s unfortunate, but it’s how each of your nights from now on will be spent. Orgasms are not permitted, unless I wish you to experience them... and they must always be paid for by follow-on sessions of severe discipline. As my s*x and torture toy, Charli, you will soon begin to dread experiencing one. Now,” she asked rhetorically, “aren’t you glad you’ve been made into a female?”
Of course, now having realized just how terrible my situation was, I wasn’t, but gagged as cruelly as I had been, could say nothing and neither could I make any motion of negativity.
“Eventually, Charli, I’ll provide you with a computer that you will occasionally
