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his glass, mouthed the words thank you .
    It can’t hurt for him to know he’s being watched, I guess. He’s not exactly a pushover.
    But at bedtime, I administered his medication and put him back into his shackles and ball gag.
    He seems a bit frazzled, a bit out of sorts, but I think once he’s spent a couple of days writing and escaping into his dreamworlds, he’ll feel better.
     
     
    Specimen 1
    He likes his new office. He sits there day after day, working on his book and playing on Facebook.
    Well, he thinks he’s on Facebook. He’s really inside a shell that replicates Facebook, but he’s actually interacting with bots. I control everything that goes on in his Facebook world. He can chat with whomever he desires because in the end, it’s just me and my bots. Any plans to escape or cheat would be easily thwarted.
    On Facebook, he believes he will see his lover once more. They have been making secret plans. Except, he’s been making plans with me.
    In all honesty, his notes to ladylove have become less frequent and leaning towards complacency. He’s focusing more on his new book and less on networking as his first deadline draws near.
    His complacency towards ladylove and his growing dependence on me are partly accomplished by the implants. I’ve nearly weaned him from the serums, now it will be just an electrical matter.
    When he’s not writing to his heart’s content, he’s fucking my brains out on his king-sized bed in the basement apartment I furnished for him. The more he writes, the better the sex. That’s something I hadn’t anticipated and is a lovely side effect.
     
     
    Specimen 1
    There came a point where I began to take him out in public.
    It began very carefully one day. He was shackled to the bed. I had ratcheted the chains tightly so that his hands were above his head. Not painfully so, but enough. His legs were tight, not a hope he could move a muscle. I couldn’t have him flinching.
    “You’re getting very pale, my darling. You need some vitamin D. Sunshine,” I told him.
    He couldn’t answer with the ball gag firmly in place. I didn’t want his chatter to distract from the seriousness of this next step.
    “I want to take you out, but you must always wear this.”
    He turned his head to watch me go to one of his dresser drawers and produce a type of male chastity belt. I slid the leather strap under his hips. I had it designed so that it buckled at the sides, not at the back. I slipped his cock through a metal hole then tightened it with a spring-action hook.
    “Now, none of this should actually hurt at all. Am I right?”
    He shifted his hips around and nodded in agreement that he didn’t feel any pain.
    “However, you try to say anything to anyone or make any false moves and something like this will happen.”
    I retrieved a remote control from one of the metal trays. I turned it to a very low level. His eyes widened and then he relaxed as he began to fall into the lull of a soothing buzz around his scrotum.
    “You feel that? Good. Remember, I can make that buzzing feel really good for you, as it does on the lowest level, or I can turn the dial up to ten where your skin will actually burn and your testicles will cook within one minute. Do we understand each other?”
    He nodded.
    I turned the vibrations off and put the remote in my pocket. Unknown to him, I had a keypad implanted in the bracelet that I wore. It contained programming not only for the belt but for all of his implants as well. He could explode into one big gooey mess should he try to escape. It was enough to threaten him with his balls cooking.
    Our first outing was to a grocery store and all went well. He behaved beautifully, being very polite to strangers and patient with the whole shopping experience.
    Our second outing was to a pub. That went very well too. There came a point where I even brought him to faculty parties. He never left my side, his eyes never strayed to another woman and he never made