Willie
I know to sit upright on folded legs with thighs parted. My heavy sac touches the harsh utility rug of the basement. As mandated when hooded, my hands find the back of my head. I can feel the locking buckle that holds in place the tight fitting covering of latex.
I try to divert my thoughts, fully aware that I must control my willful c**k; any state other than complete flaccidity causing great aggravation. But it is difficult since I have come to realize that whenever I am hooded some form of s****l dalliance is going on. And after Miss Bensons demonstration of her handiwork, the parallel planks standing nearby, I know I will be tested. After all, it is Saturday night.
In the boredom and the darkness my mind wanders. And despite my attempts to think pristine thoughts, memories o
