Chapter Eighteen
Belted & Plugged
The evening went as most usually did now and so after the meal and I was soon strapped again to my bed. I went out like a blown candle and slept deeply, then the next morning after the normal things had been done, I was again taken out to the terrible exercise machine and left there for the entire day to suffer and work; walking miles in endless, useless circles and being constantly punished by the evilly-designed machine.
The new pattern of my life as my wife’s slave and girl/boy s*x torture toy became an unvarying routine for the next three weeks. I feared using the urination station with utter terror and frequently was in severe pain from an over-filled bladder, but eventually had to give in. It seemed to know when my s****l need was growing, sensing
