Walked Again - No Leash!Hours of nothingness, left to my thoughts as my reproductive organs bask in swirling water. I think about tasting my handler... tasting more of her... the disgust for some reason dissipating. It would please her... and I am being conditioned to please.
Finally Miss Beth returns. The basin is slid away. I feel the knowing hands palm and tenderly dry my sac. Then, no words exchanged, I feel the sudden jab of the hypodermic needle, scrotum again infused. I sense the swelling... more... more... with my p***s cap now permanently in place the large doses of concoction have returned. There is warmth. Welcomed?
Sun tan lotion is smoothed about... everywhere. My bloated scrotum will certainly catch the sun’s rays. Miss Beth knows, carefully assuring my sensitive pink parts
