Chapter Thirty-three
The Next Horrible Addition
On Saturday morning, the 1st of April 2000, my seven hundred and eighty-second day in the dungeon as a CCFL, Babs released me from the puppy cage. After all the normal procedures had been completed and I’d eaten my morning meal, she left me between the fixing bars, fitted me with the blindfold panel then quickly added the chains that totally immobilized my head.
“M-Mistress Babs?” I asked, “What’s happening, please?”
“Be silent!” she ordered in a conversational voice. “Some additional modifications are going to be made to increase your controllability.”
Terrified of what was coming, I said no more, then some moments later, heard the dungeon and cell doors open and Michael entered.
“Good morning!” he said cheerfully, “I see you have the
