Chapter Seven
Caged Cranium
At 1:00 in the afternoon I still lay fastened into the dental chair, shivering against the tight, wide steel straps clamping me to its black rubber cushions. The day had started far too early and at this point in the complex procedures, I thought it would never end. But soon the doctor returned from her meal and stood ready to continue the incredibly detailed process of fitting me with my mouth jewellery.
She positioned herself on the right side of the chair, ignoring my small whimpers and the panicky heaving of my encased breasts, then concentrated on the preparation of the next set of glittering appliances that would, quite effectively, render me completely speechless. I wasn’t yet aware of the enormity of the result of my wishes, knowing only that they wer
