Chapter Thirty-Five
Friday evening, I ascend the stairs to Miss Denise’s lair. Curiosity forces me to survey the names on the seventh floor doors. They have changed. Miss Denise is treating a different selection this weekend and I must wonder in total how many there are. Those whose penile reaction to the Bangkok slide show sealed their fate. How many sat in Nurse Emma’s chair or worse, in a more involved procedure, gave up their phallus.
I find my way to my weekend habitat and enter.
The written instructions awaiting me are more detailed. The neck collar, headphones and hood sit on the chair, and I am to align my bottom cheeks, sit and put them in place myself.
The hissing sound deafens me. The hood blinds and within moments someone enters and I feel hands strap me to the chair and s
