Little Sam betrayed the perverse enjoyment I experienced by continuing to stand firmly. Jamie looked on with admiration and Liz...confident, authoritative Liz...stood over me, hands on hips.
“You’re nicely toned, Sam. Keep that gym membership.”
She was inspecting me like a cattle buyer at a stockyard...and truth be known...I guess I was for sale. I wanted to be with her, and my desire trumped all normal decorum.
Thus, I could think of nothing else than reach for my fresh margarita. I recalled reading on the Internet about some form of subtle D/s play...‘clothed female/naked male’ and tried to remember how the suggested scenes played out.
Then Liz resumed and Jamie ran on toes to the kitchen. The CFNM thought was lost.
“The psychological aspects of castration provide the most poignant
