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Chapter Three-5
I test, noting that it does not reach the door, or the regular bathroom and shower, or the kitchen area with food supply. Such mental torment. Sandy will be within inches of the door leading to freedom, the nourishment for which she will always pine, and the bathroom where normal ablutions and less embarrassing toilet facilities are of use. No, as stated, Sandy will not depart, Louise and I will feed her... like a dog... and for excretions she will crawl to a potty area, akin to a cat box, which can be washed away whenever she is hosed down and cleansed. Well within the reach of the chain is her stall... where she will be trained to entertain. So it is time. I step to Sandy, lying tummy down with the tight bungee cords exerting tension on the buttock and ankle rings. The nose ring as wel
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