Chapter Ten
Her New Mitts
John
I let Christine percolate in her newest equipment for the next two weeks and she gradually came to accept her state of being under an ever more strict and all-encompassing control. Our officially married status didnt change her training, disciplining, milking, or exercising one iota, regardless of what she might have thought would happen. Many times I caught her staring at me with the strangest look in her eyes. I couldnt figure out if it was fear, anticipation, or something else, and when I asked her why she gave me the look, she always seemed to edge away from the real reason, when she was permitted hearing and speech that is.
I knew that the selective losses, combined with all the other restrictions and controls Id placed her under, were locking h
