Chapter Nineteen
The warm wetness of a long and sensuous tongue brings my thoughts to the present. My well trained maid knows to begin slowly, outlining my outer labia with slow swishes of that pierced and stretched pink appendage.
I sit in my special chair and lie back, the soft velvet, the thick foam padding beneath seeming to swallow my half naked form. My blouse remains but I know Sammy likes to look at my breasts, warm and inviting, particularly for a tormented altered male who has spent a grueling day of... well a day of nothingness. In awaiting my return and gracious release from bondage, Sammy’s addled mind has focused on this moment for hour after hour. He both relishes and envies feminine softness which arouses and captivates his psyche. In time his encumbered arms will reach f
