“What is that?” Jia asked, as Thrall’s cramped glans pulsed out its agonized pangs.
“It’s a little metal collar with special teeth lining the inside. Locked around the base or shaft of the p***s it fits comfortably enough when limp. Any little swelling however makes those teeth dig excruciatingly in, instantly arresting that impudent erection.”
“That would come in quite handy at home,” Jia enthused in her excitement, reaching around to fondle. Fortunately Shanelle ignored this little slip.
“Have your guy buy one then. I see you also need a pedestal.”
“I don’t know that word.”
Thrall groaned explanation as Jia rubbed him on.
“Like the impalement post, mistress. A big upright c**k you can leave me spiked upon.”
“A place of dishonor for your little pegging pig to sit and bounce upon, w
