Back to the Dorm“You’re upset, Mr. Burgess. You may speak.”
The return from the beach went quicker, sight permitted. Miss Beth... I use the respectful form of address in finding that such pleases her... insisted that I again prance for her. It was good to see her smiling in turning to assess my performance. This brought an inner glow... unexplained.
I now lie tummy down on the short bench, knees parted by the extensions of the long wooden legs, leash removed as I feel my scrotal sac now free to swing about, neck not encumbered... not yet.
Miss Beth sits on a low stool behind. As she urges my words, her soft and caring hands palm my testicles. She begins to massage, the hands firm but knowing. No pain or suffering... quite the opposite. Her touch thrills, bringing another inner glow... b
