Chapter Two
The First Thrashings From Mistress Taz (& Company)!
When all four of us were inside. Mistress Taz only spoke 1 word. “Naked!”
I had never taken my clothes off before in front of any man, whilst I had a raging hard-on. There was no way I could hide it and I couldn’t back out now. The embarrassment of giving up and saying ‘red’, would have been much worse than this.
5 minutes later, I was naked. Out of the cricket bag had come an ankle spreader. My ankles were strapped in leather buckles and separated by two feet, possibly three.
I was bent over the back of the bed, my hands above me in handcuffs and the dressing gown waist belt had been used to pull my wrists up to the top of the bed.
“Would you like a little gag to help you?”
Anything mistress Taz asked, the plan was to
