Into my horribly stretched out and sperm-filled sissy-p***y was forced that giant vibrator she’d also used on me previously. This monstrous plug was switched on, and at last my ankles were freed from the shackles and my wrists and neck the stocks.
With limitless relief, I was at last allowed to straighten my cramped posture, only to almost pass out on the spot. As I staggered woozily in place Goddess Julia removed the collar and weights from my scrotum, but left the others still dragging at my n*****s.
“Okay Marcy: March!”
Hooded head still spinning, teetering precariously in those terribly punishing heels, I somehow made my way across the concrete and into the cell prepared for me.
Prepared? That was a bit of a joke. Aside from a jumble of shackles and a chain draped over a pulley hun
