A genital cage, Mr. Tubbs. As you can feel, it locks onto that ring surrounding your p***s and scrotum. The guards have keys. Well decide when you will achieve your next erection. And I suggest you remain flaccid. The cage will allow you to urinate; but, otherwise, it is lined with some very nasty spikes which preclude all other functions.
The smiling guard steps back. It is apparent that forcing the male into a state of thorough chastity amuses. She stands and observes then reaches to tweak Patties right n****e in a playful display of affection. It is a tender touch, as a mother frolicking with a toddler.
The form squeals like a girl and giggles, oddly pleased with the attention.
The election, Mr. Tubbs. Youll be giving it much thought. See how happy Pattie is? Free to move about
