. naughty... orgasm...” Not a formal punishment session. Nor by any means a severe one. Just a little light relief for Claudette and yet another...opportunity for Selena to show her devotion to her Mistress and Owner. The gynaecologist's chair and indeed the room in which it was situated was simply for supplying pleasant distractions. For deeper, more meaningful, prolonged and protracted methods of inflicting torture and enforced pleasure, there were the sub-basement rooms of Claudette's. Jenny strolled over when she saw me. Her hair pulled up and wearing dark rimmed glasses. Damn she looked good.We started chatting and I had to get back to the conversation we had had last week. "So Jenny, remember what we were talking about last week?" You mean, when I made you choke?" I laughed. "Yes. I guess that is what I am talking about, I couldn't stop thinking about it." Jenny sat down in the chair next to me and put her hand on my thigh. "Michael, we could have a lot of fun together. It. My husband ended his life, in a decrepit hotel room he rented with the last few hundred bucks we had. News of our downfall made the society pages, and the people we once called our peers mocked me and laughed at my plight. I was a young woman without money, a college degree or any family. My parents have long since passed on. I seriously considered ending my own life. Fortunately, someone came along and rescued me. I prayed for a white knight in shining armor. Instead I got a tall, gorgeous and. .. time to make a couple ofadjustments to that chastity belt. Assume the position sissy." I nod meekly, part of me wanting desperately to resist, or at leastshow some spirit, but.. I'm just a gagged, helpless, chastised sissy...at least for now.I move into the room and stand, feet apart then bend over, reaching downuntil my hands clasp my ankles."Oh how delightful, you are well trained!" She says in the same amusedtone. I can hear her walk around behind me, "Now lets see... hmm... mustbe hard.