She readied him by dousing his parts with cool water, laughing and joking about how long it took for his rod to go flaccid even after he’d been lovingly (and finally) milked.
She said, “Roddy doesn’t like Lockdown, does he? Too bad. Go get your MCD, darling.”
What a scamp! Her methods were flawless. In the hands of a less skillful woman, there might have been an instance where Patrick would c*m prematurely.
But not her. She knew how to push his buttons, and in what sequence to get him there—oh, so there—to the place where he would always be her docile plaything.
Finally he went flaccid, or about as flaccid as he ever got. It happens that he is horny practically all the time. This too is a deliberately encouraged circumstance.
He retrieved his Male Chastity cage from the nightstand on
