Willie
The past few weeks I have learned that whoever controls the simple brass nail controls me. Waiting for penile freedom seems interminable, yet somehow I have been able to divert my thoughts and remain flaccid. But when Miss Chloe appears, I am helpless to abridge the process of tumescence. My p***s begins to harden at the sight of her and I have learned that, though not permitted to talk, whining will gain her attention. She will pat my head in sympathy and after cooing words of comfort her gentle hand will slip the thin length from the diabolical piercings in my foreskin.
Then the reaction never ceases to amaze me. Miss Chloe lifts my leash and the n****e harness brings torment and forces me to raise my front paws from the deck. So I stand on hind legs as my organ rapidly swells i
