He finally looked in the mirror and saw a boyish, naked man with tanned, smooth, glistening, hairless skin and a shiny, metal tube where his c**k should be. He'd had a throbbing engorgement attempting to break through the tube ever since he began shaving, giving in to her demands, engaging in this definitive act of contrition. He had called her a slave driver. What did that make him? He called his boss and probably sounded convincingly sick with his weak and helpless mind-set. With a flicker of independence, he decided to slip on his PJ bottoms until just before she would arrive home. When he found the bedroom door locked, he broke out in a sweat and was flooded with the realization that she was in complete control. He had abused his freedom and she had taken it away.
He grabbed the vacu
