Naturally I have no idea what Mistress means – beyond something terrible. I can only lie there shivering with cold and upset as she strokes me commiseratingly and that freezing ice pack swiftly chills my former erection into nonexistence. Finally, I’m shriveled up as limp and tiny as I can possibly get, and Amelia removes the ice pack. Cooing soothingly at me she withdraws a shiny little metallic something from her purse. Fitting this over my circumcised p***s she encases me from the base to the rim of the glans in a tight little down-curving sleeve of stainless steel. A cold hard fetter attached to this encircles my genitals where they join my groin and ratchets closed with a clicking sound that is more chilling than that ice pack was. As Mistress Amelia drapes a fine gold chain dangling
