“It’s the estrogen, Sam. It places the castrated male into a curious stage of development, resembling puberty. Thus his need for my control and direction.”
As I licked and sucked in a frenzy, I felt Liz working the squeeze bulb and Little Sam reacted like a puppet on strings. Then Liz pulled and the neck collar tightened. I had to withdraw my tongue lest my own teeth sever a fleshy bud with the tension on my jaw.
Liz put down the puffolator and tied off the heavy cord, leaving me half hanging. She arose, stepped to my rear and did something to secure the spreader bar, thus prohibiting me from drawing my knees up to a squatting position.
“Come, Jamie.”
A disappointed Jamie stepped away like a well trained puppy, which I guess he was. And then they left me there...anal plug forcefull
