Chapter Thirty
“You know to lower your drawers in my presence.”
My tone of voice rebukes and the inmate instantly unbuttons while kicking off his shoes. I stand arms akimbo, my confident smile evidencing more than just the routine display of my governance.
I am enjoying myself.
Young and priapic David Moore has been infibulated for over a week and what brings his instant compliance it not so much my commanding voice but the fact that I hold a small set of snippers in my right hand. Within moments he stands naked from the waist down and eagerly steps to the bars of his cell.
“124535,” I read the digits on the small padlock like clasp which keeps the tip of his p***s tightly encapsulated within his foreskin.
The bulbous purple knob, which during erection will engorge and humbly display
