I revealed so much in anticipating the pleasure of her controlling hand...
In my forced euphoria, the huge woman time after time enters with her leash and clips it to my neck collar. Then she encourages tumescence, or as she says, a ‘nice firm stand’, and when satisfactorily stiff, I am ‘walked’. Her term, of course, for I am forced to remain kneeling and the single glove does not permit use of my hands. Thus I crawl about, shuffling on two knees as quickly as I can.
‘Spread your knees now. The girls like looking at your number.’
Whether the other interrogators could in fact view the blue digits adorning my scrotum I shall never know.
In my reminiscences she once again encourages me to talk. And I do, telling all in endeavoring to please her. For in pleasing her, the valve will be open
