Chapter Twenty Two
“You look tired but sanguine this morning, David. Does my caning do that for you? Placate your prurient needs? I can be firmer...”
Mylee exhibits a rare smile in preparing David’s morning bowl. She knows there is a propensity among castrates to develop a fondness for the catharsis of pain. She is more than willing to accommodate.
Mylee does not realize that David’s look of pleasant languor is as a result of having opened himself to Macumba and labored to orally service her until dawn. Yes, though the tables were ironically turned, David found carnal delight in submitting to his powerful captor. Macumba in turn offered her s*x to David’s chaste libido then patiently worked to slowly stretch him, utilizing a dildo specially designed to abrade the prostate gland. With th
