With Dr. SusanI’ve finally been freed from the dorm and carefully walked to the medical building. I kneel, blindfold returned, in the office of psychologist Dr. Susan. Though left alone, hands restrained as always, I cannot remove the blinding cloth, thus cannot see and therefore dare not move... assuming I could muster the fortitude to be disobedient.
The office door opens. Hands push about my hips, pressing at the back of my high steel collar to position me, forehead to the carpet, buttocks high. The convincing strength indicates it is Captain Morena and I am to once again bear the humbler, Dr. Susan’s preference in interviewing donors.
Within moments, I feel the smooth wood at the back of my thighs. As my scrotum is pulled back, testicles pressured, I hear a slight chuckle with the im
