Again in Dr. Susan’s OfficeI kneel in the office of Dr. Susan, humbler in place, the thin rope of the nostril binding tied off high, the forced pose tensioning my scrotum and aggravating the many nerve endings of my nose. I should know by now that an ‘interview’ is coming when the warming scrotal infusion is skipped from the morning routine.
Miss Beth having left me blindfolded and departed, I must assume it was the forceful hands and fingers of Captain Morena who heartlessly positioned me. As always, the deed came both deftly and swiftly... ball sac entrapped with minimal effort... and without words.
How long have I been bound I cannot conceive, my blindfold absorbing my tears of anguish. The interval is intolerable... yet must be tolerated.
Finally I hear the office door open and the
