Waiting.Back on the gyno table one of my Domina's girfriends came over and they set up a sausage stuffer on the table in front of me. She clamped the ...evice to the table with a C-clamp, another fitted my head harness with a gag that looked like a mouthpiece connected to a pipe nipple. My mouthpiece was attached to the output of the sausage stuffer and my head was locked in place so I couldn't move it. It was all piecing together in my mind...Part of my normal duties was to serve as a toilet. Jason had been wrong about potential employers lining up for my services because I'd worked for S.E.X. On the contrary, the minute anybody heard about my background as a sex researcher, they immediately decided I wasn't appropriate for their company, and crossed me off their list.Finally I asked a guy who seemed more honest than some of the others what my problem was."It's simple," he said frankly. "A business can't take a chance on somebody as controversial as you. When word got out that you. But adding to that is a daring slut in me that sometimes lifts her head from slumber and takes me for a ride! And I love her too, whatever. She gives me pain and pleasure, but she gives me guilt too undoubtedly. That’s how uncle and I stopped doing what we were doing during the early days of my graduation. After that life moved on normally. But the sensuous world like a huge octopus stretches out its tentacle whichever way I go and pulls me into its magical spell. And I let myself fall. I was talking to You Know Who.”“I do? ... I do,” she said.“Butt out Wendy ... I’m talking to them,” I said.It was an inopportune moment ... the doctor, accompanied by the ward head nurse, stepped into the room.“Who? Me?” asked the doctor and the nurse ... twins, even. Disgusting.“Not you doc,” I sighed. Every time you guys come around ... well ... except twice ... three times ... I get in trouble.“It’s the ringing in my ears, Doc. I keep trying to answer it.” That didn’t help one single.