She sits me right down in the empty tub, slouched back against that slope with my cuffed elbows trapped underneath and my hands poking out to wriggle uselessly by my sides. Then my legs are doubled all the way up so that my shackled ankles can be chained above and behind my head. Already gloved up, Amy grins at my contorted form and insistent sinfulness. Rather than grab that maddened piggy-spigot and jack it so expertly though, she lubes her first two fingers and jams them up my ass.
Normally I’d be the last to complain about that, especially when she begins massaging my prostate. But how is this supposed to…?
Mistress quells my mutely quivering query with a quirky little wink.
“Patience, slut-boy. We’ll get that useless slime out of you. Then you’ll learn the true benefits of this cle
