“You can tighten the collar a bit more, Peter, dear,” Myra said, breathing easily and standing erect and very still.
“Well, alright. But let’s wait until the other accessory is in place, shall we?”
“Okay. Go ahead. Have your fun.”
“Oh, I am and I will,” Peter said, stepping to the tall dresser and cabinet at one side and opening a drawer. He removed another cane, similar to the one now strapped to Myra’s back, but this one had no curved handle. Instead, it had an even larger carved c**k at one end and thin metal staples attached along its length.
“Use a condom on that thing, would you, dear. It tends to chafe after awhile,” Myra said, quietly surveying the cockcane and visibly anxious to have it too up inside her.
“Of course, my dear,” said Peter. “Do you want one of the stimulant on
