Chapter Thirty-Five
“It’s a fine cockcage Andy. Good craftsmanship, lots of time and effort to assure your libido is kept under a woman’s control.”
I am secured on all fours over a bench... Miss Ayami terms it a whipping bench... head low, buttocks high, thighs obscenely spread. I tremble as she speaks, the fear already manifesting. A surprisingly gentle hand palms my scrotum, fingers brushing over the steel mesh in assessing my chastity.
“And a Prince’s Wand locked in place by a post. Your wife is in earnest in assuring your transformation. When’s the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Well... my counselor... she... I’m relieved of the... you know... spunk... but it’s not really an orgasm.”
“Of course not. Why would a man like you be permitted to fully ejaculate. It’s futile. You’re bett
