Chapter Two - Charles
“Stay, Corky,” my pretty Master commands, stooping to reattach the short chain from anal insert to scrotum band.
Her soft warm fingers, working where I no longer touch, feel good.
Then with a brisk snap of the leash, the devilish spikes on the interior diameter of my collar abrade my skin and instantly draw my attention to the stern holder of my leash.
“Heel,” comes the next command as Miss Ashley rises and turns to resume the journey to the plantation house.
I bound onto the path to follow, my testicle bells once again chiming with the movement of my thighs. My subservient reaction, the renewed ringing, the shuffling of my elbows and knees to keep up, all bring tittering from my enthralled audience. The entourage follows, most likely transfixed by the scene of a
