Chapter Seven
After that fateful afternoon and evening, my life began an endless routine. Not quite a stuck phonograph record, for there were a few memorable instances outside the daily schedule, such as when a new girl joined the ‘3 stall’, the moniker for the area where I was kept.
A stall was just a series of posts in a large room. There a girl was restrained by simply attaching each end of her yoke to parallel vertical posts. Curious clear plastic tubing emanated from each post and ended in a conical shaped device with a suction cup attached. There could be no doubt as to their function as they dangled ominously proximate to our n*****s.
At night we were secured low, forcing us to kneel on what was thankfully a padded floor. During the day, when not being exercised, bathed, examine
