It’s early Friday afternoon, the day before the big occasion. I’ve got my anal-obsessed Slut-boy bound kowtowed again, this time at the bottom of the empty bathtub. While he rocks back and forth sobbing, trying fruitlessly to get used to the enormous enema I’ve just filled him with, I’m over sorting through my vast collection of toys and restraints. Unable to decide on exactly how to torment my slave, I’m waiting for inspiration to strike as I examine various blindfolds and hoods for tomorrow night. I need something that will seal him away completely except for his nostrils, and I’m vacillating between sturdy leather and smooth, skin-tight latex. But then I come across an elaborate head-harness with a double-c**k-gag.
Opposite the big rubber p***s that fills the slave’s mouth is another
