Breakfast Ends
I am stirred from my reverie as Becky finishes her eggs benedict, rising from her chair to dispose of her plate as Jackie introduces the last morsel to my mouth.
She approaches, hands going to my neck, fingers working the Velcro of my restrictive high neck collar.
“I realize this collar is rather confining for you Ryan. But it does position your head very nicely for oral servitude... and brings focus to your task. I’m sure you understand how important that is for a woman... ensuring that she is properly pleased.”
I nod, grateful to have another element of bondage removed.
“Shower time. Jackie will masturbate you into the sink for me. You seemed to enjoy that. And stroking yourself... well... that’s rather demeaning for a grown man. Don’t you think?”
“I’d rather not Bec
