Chapter Eighteen
Coaching Randall
Silvia’s London Flat
“If you take my c**k and balls, will I have that triangle keyhole between my thighs like you girls have?” Randall asked as he hung by his wrists with twenty kilos of weights chained to his ankles and an additional few pounds attached to his scrotum. .
“Yeah, sure,” Silvia answered, wrapping a thin leather strap around Randall’s more than adequate luggage and attaching a five kilo bar bell to the strap. “But, the fact is, Randy, you miserable slut, I may force you to keep these dangling flesh nuisances just so I can torment you with them. If I remove them, what’s left for fun?”
“But Mistress,” Randall whined as the new weight dropped to the end of the strap and tugged unpleasantly at his practically useless male equipment. “You cou
