Chapter Forty-four
The c******l Marble And Its Accessory
Our lives resumed their normal routine, but there were the other additions to our disciplinary equipment that had yet to be made, and Babs had every intention that we’d continue to suffer these each time we were freed for an intensive cleaning. On the next occurrence, she made the third set of jewellery additions that had been covered in the Revised Dungeon Rules and Regulations: the steel, c******l isolator ball.
Isabella and I dreaded each new cleaning because we didn’t know what to expect after they’d been done, but certain that Babs would torment us even more. I was, as usual, the first to be cleaned and taken to the fixing bars, still naked and secured in the shower yoke. Babs was her usual exacting and controlling self, hand
