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I'm sorry."

"How many times have you touched yourself in the past month, slave?"

"Errr... He ran his hands up my thin arms and legs and over the flat planes of my stomach. Sure, it might destroy my cock and balls, but it wasn't like I had them now. I was so small that the device slid on easily, covering up every bit of my minuscule length.

I tried watching pornography a few times, but it just made me frustrated and sad. “It will teach you to become perfectly submissive and obedient. It was like my master had stolen it simply by assigning me this new one. Without coming. Every word he was saying was turning me on more and more, but I couldn’t do anything about it.

Master was paying my bills, and I was servicing him at night on the phone. I'd never been with a man before, and I'd never found myself particularly physically attracted to one. This is entirely unacceptable, don't you think? To me, anyhow. "...stop masturbating, for you, Master Sean."

"Good! I couldn't fulfill or relieve my libido, but I could blot it out for a little while.

A man who I had on many occasions begged to keep me in brutal slavery and chastity. And I didn't want to lie to him; it could only make things worse. Even in my nice suit and pink tie, I felt underdressed. But I didn't have anything nice to wear, so it was just my usual jeans, boxers, and a T-shirt. It was just as lavish as the rest of the apartment – the bed was a full king size, with plush covers and an entire pile of pillows.

Yet the initial wave of pain had passed; now the whole device felt disturbingly comfortable. And Uniquely Yours