They want you to be sick.They want you to be sick. Sick so that they can keep you prisoner. And you were going to leave but I won't let you and now you are my prisoner!" My God, she's out of her mind. I'm the mind-slave of a madwoman! "Please, Sheila, I never wanted to leave you." "LIARLIARLIAR!! For that you'll be punished." My wrists were connected to the lacing bar and slowly the edges of my corset were closed by Sheila another inch. Red faced with exertion and hysteria, Sheila proudly produced the tape measure. "Let's see how slender you're getting, my prissy little pet." "Twenty-two inches. My isn't that sweet, your waist is smaller than mine, and daintier too. I'll keep cinching you in until you're under twenty inches. Now bend over." The medication was kept at a maintenance dose. I could speak on my own but I had no will to resist. Dutifully, I presented my bottom. Sheila injected two hypodermic needles each into my bottom cheeks. Another two went into my male breasts. Next, she took my penis and fondled me to erection. |