Chapter Eight
Doggy Style
“Despite the outrageous humiliation of his elaborate transvestitism, despite bondage so severe his contorted body was wracked with agony and his constricted extremities insensate, despite the truly maddening nonstop mechanical stimulation of his still-virginal prick, despite even the terrible excruciation of the tortures she continuously gigglingly inflicted on him, Ben was in absolute heaven. Every smile Mistress Candace granted him was like smack to a junkie. The gleam of joy in her eye was as necessary as breath. She was the Goddess personified, and if Ben couldn’t be her wife, lover, or boyfriend, he’d her toy, her slave, even her fawning little dog. He’d be the s**t she scraped off her shoe if he could be nothing else to her, and revel in the splendor of su
