Chapter Twenty-One
So I have my orders for Mistress’ birthday. But of course, I can’t be content with just carrying them out to the letter. I have to go her one better. Visiting the on-line fetish store where we do most of our business I find they have a variety of the gags she mentioned, and choose one that features not only a big ten-inch c**k jutting from the outside but also a smaller but thicker one opposite this on the inside: ideal for keeping my mouth uncomfortably sprung and stuffed and further training me for the long-anticipated day Dani Reilly permits me to perform fellatio on her. They even have a model featuring a hole drilled through the two c***s to allow the passage of fluids. Mistress has said however that part of her purpose is to deny me the ambrosial taste of her p***
