Chapter Twenty Two
“Please, no, Dr. Mary. I have been good. And you had me hanging on the wall for you for hours.”
Oh, it is so heartwarming the sound of the effeminate, high pitched voice vocalizing such pleas.
“I am tired, Sammy. Your tongue was quite pleasing. I need to rest and you know how deeply I sleep knowing you’re well bound and safely tucked away.”
Yes, safe is the appropriate term when suspending my helpless feminized male. Though Sammy’s many links make the endeavor effortless, I have a special configuration which not only makes long term suspension easy and comfortable, it also assists in his slow emasculation.
“Come, up on your stool,” I pleasantly command.
Sammy knows to obey. Correcting trips to my chamber are rare for him, but never forgotten. So he reluctantly step
