More of the Kindly Miss Carson
“So Ryan, adapting to your new position... under Becky O’Brien... Ms. O’Brien?”
Having been debriefed by Ms. Jenkins concerning yesterday’s training, I exit to where Miss Carson presides... the keeper of that which exploits. She will insist that I repeat the narrative... the harrowing story of the long afternoon and evening under my trainer’s guidance.
“I’m... ah... trying... Miss Carson.”
“Things will get better for you... as you more and more cede to feminine control. You almost had the gag reflex totally repressed at the end of yesterday’s training session... and it was only your first time,” I am sure the words genuinely intended to be both inspiring and complimentary.
I cannot describe the sense of helplessness lying naked and bound, mouth forcibly
