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I find it amusing to inject Douglas from time to time with more nitric oxide. At a whim I will chemically coerce an erection while he lies bound in Segufix restraints then graciously prop a pillow under his head so he can oddly gawp and admire that which he cannot touch.
Yes, Douglas it’s only for me, I relish in telling myself as I watch the sizable organ stiffen and rise. And I need not say that notion is also dawning slowly on a dulled mind, my conditioning deliberative but effective.
Then I insert the electrical p***s probe, turn on the voice activation device and leave for the office, knowing that about the only thing Douglas can do to truncate the mental torment of watching his useless erection is to close his eyes.
But there is reasoning behind my seemingly trifling play. Th
