Chapter 5: Changed and Caged
My legs, groin and balls feel so curiously erotic shaved smooth the way they are. I can’t help but caress them, feeling my testicles tingle, and my erection throb as I heft and rub and gently squeeze. Still, I’m not mad enough to masturbate, and so the hours pass in torment as I gaze at my bare reflection in the mirror above me and hover in a state of dreadful, suspenseful arousal. And when, at last, I hear Jennifer’s tapping fingers releasing the lock, my hands leap to my sides, my heart kicks up several gears and my erection pulses ever more urgently. The door swings open and there she is: big and beautiful beyond belief, laden with bags and packages and grinning at me most unsettlingly.
“Good afternoon, ielle. I see you’ve obeyed me impeccably – for once.
