Lesson Learned
‘No... try again... no, try again... no, try again...’
Wednesday night I try to sleep. Slumber comes not, the words of training Nurse Ramona repeating and repeating as indeed a soft and smooth rubber dildo of size was gently introduced to my molt gagged mouth, slowly sliding inward to trigger the undesired laryngeal spasm. Cuffed, head encased in the potty box, I had no choice but to lie and take it... becoming a pin cushion for a dull length of latex.
I suppose I should be grateful for the lack of pain... no caning... no fanny f*****g. Instead, the only physical anguish came as I reactively attempted to straighten my legs, bringing great stress to my humbler trapped balls.
How long?.. how many times?.. saliva messily sputtering past the steel gates of the molt gag.
Nur
