Cleaning for Miss Carson
Nude, hobbled and tethered, a crop wielding Miss Carson supervises... closely. Gleefully slapping my testicles, thighs widely parted at all times, I must note her ability to bring correcting pain without true harm. She uses the crop masterfully.
“You may feel you’ve reached the depths, Ryan... becoming a c**k sucker... learning to relish a woman’s wastes. But think of your inner joy in the journey,” Miss Carson lectures as on hands and knees I lave her kitchen floor. “The latest photos... for your files... you with Jackie... are quite telling. Such delight. It’s in your face. You may think that a part of you wants to express revulsion... the exterior part. That which you want society to note. Yet more importantly there’s the part within... that which revels in pl
