Trapped, Trained and Twisted Pt. 04
Chapter Seven: The Touch. I couldn’t say how long I had been holding the pee position for. A series of intense shocks from my collar had awakened me some time ago and I immediately got into a low squat on the balls of my feet, back arched, tits thrust out and moist labium spread wide. My muscles no longer ached the way they did when I first started learning the pose and I found that I could hold it for as long as Master required. The recording of my voice echoed in the room and I repeated each mantra in a soft whisper. Suddenly the television screen came on as it had countless times since that first occasion in which I masturbated for Master seventeen meals and four baths ago. I only had a few …