The Study Chair
“It is time you were up and about, Miss Chrystal! Your sleeping corset has been released and now I want you to hold my hand while I assist you to stand, then you’ll be toiletted and fed. You have a busy day before you.”
Once more she fastened the dangling ceiling chain to the back ring of my collar, then attached hoses to my crotch valves and turned on the automatic washout devices, even though they had already been active during the night. I was left alone once more while the cleaning process went on and on, writhing in fits of discomfort and trying to scream when it became painful. My bladder and bowels were filled almost to bursting, pressing painfully within my body against the intruders and against the stringent compression of my corset. I was kept inflated for a ful
