Immediately she crams the big plastic butt-plug straight back in—although now this nubbled prick seems hardly noticeable. The matching p***s gag is then unstrapped and removed from my mouth, and my hands and feet are released from the six-foot spreader bar. Mistress drags me off the trapeze, and for a moment I’m so woozy and crippled that I collapse at her feet. Promptly she kicks me hard in the condemned nuts.
“Come on, Slut-boy! Move your incredibly cored-out asshole you contemptible little sissy-slut! My soon-to-be eunuch she-male slave! We don’t have all night, here.”
“Yes, Mistress,” I gasp out, and somehow begin to crawl. Gradually I gain control of my spaghetti limbs and flayed skin, and eventually I make it back through the bedroom suite to the spacious, customized bathroom. I sw
