We will get you anything you need.” She said. I pocketed the pen. She then pulled out a tape measure. “I need to get measurements for your scrubs ...nd glove size.” I stood and she measured my waist, chest hips and hand. Then she took an inseam measurement pausing to cop a feel of my cock. She wrote down the measurements and left nodding to herself. I knew she wanted me. I would take my time once I got to her. Nurse Anna said, “You might like to wear scrubs instead of slacks or suits. They are. .. But I dared not touch my cock. I knew I'd get yet another caning! My balls felt like they would explode!As morning approached, I woke and again rolled around in the straw, frantically tugging at my chain. My erection came back. I was ravenously hungry.At last, the cell door opened, and I thankfully took the position of respect. I gratefully gulped down the repulsive dog food and slurped up my water, like a dog on his chain.'Get in position, dog!' said Susan's voice, coldly. My hands were. ? Dr Stuart lifts the sheet that covers me and looks down at my naked body.There is no need for me to move. ?I am particularly pleased at how well thesynesthesia appears to have been taken up,? he says. ?It seems to work in bothways as predicted ? the linkage between stimuli and response is fully effectiveand the absence of stimulus results in complete quiescence.? He drops the sheet. ?So, what next?? ?The difficulty is in the tasks, I think. They seem to be of two kinds. Thevery simple that. She searched his face. Her eyes dropped to her drink and she stirred the liquid distractedly. “Sorry.” The whole thing had Travis at a loss. His normally bubbly companion seemed so far removed, the resources to reach her were beyond him. He bent one knee in his tailored suit and closed the distance between them. Travis’ warm, large hand came to rest on her silken thigh. “It’s O.K., Sweetheart. Let’s get you home.” “No.” Her eyes flew to his. “It’s alright. I’m alright. I’ll just powder my.