“See how much you can be made to enjoy strict bondage, Roger. And it’s so much easier to milk you when you’re hanging like this.”
To Roger’s chagrin, Miss Margie has greatly increased the allotted portion of sustenance as well as laded it with additional hormones. Thus the morning feeding takes time. And though freed of the frustrating dildo gag, Roger feels no urge to speak. His forced silence has become ingrained. Yet he has a request.
“Must I be blindfolded, Miss Margie?”
In moving to the bedroom, a hood is used to cover Roger’s head at bedtime. With Miss Margie receiving unending oral worship throughout the night, she sleeps nude. Treating Roger to glimpses of her sublime femininity, her wondrously puissant femininity is something she chooses to offer in parcels, limited parcels.
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