Chapter Twenty-Eight
Under Mistress’ direction the ball and chain is at last unhooked from my testicles, allowing my still-weighted erection to nevertheless spring eagerly upright. Nearly fainting with relief I barely hear the derisive comments directed at this and am only dimly aware of that tethering chain being disconnected from the arm-binder. I sob brokenly when my head is again wrenched radically back and my hair re-tied to this, and then I’m being lifted bodily into the air.
More gasps of disbelief, whoops of approval and exclamations of amazement greet the sight of that bowling pin emerging, as the ladies finally get a true indication of the outrageous size of the object that’s been so excruciatingly skewering me all this time. As for me I’m rendered even woozier with relief, and
