With that, Goddess Julia pressed that brightly heated iron firmly against my left buttock and held it there for a count of at least three seconds.
There was no question of stoicism here.
As the smell of cooking flesh rose on the air, I screamed as loud as the constriction of my posture allowed. Never had there been excruciation like this! Involuntarily my buttocks clenched like my teeth and fists around that still busily buzzing, largely forgotten plug stuffing up my sissy-p***y. At last, Goddess ripped the smoking iron free of my flesh. She handed it back to her slave, who dutifully returned it to the furnace. Then as I blubbered uncontrollably and tried in vain to take masochistic enjoyment from the still flaming pain in my ass Goddess Julia switched her new riding crop back to her goo
