Twenty Six
‘Be careful for what it is you wish.’
The pithy bromide constantly rattles about in my conscious mind as my too oft caned feet cause me to clumsily tread the island paths. Yet I celebrate my freedom. No more bondage... relatively speaking.
My waist belt remains. My wrists are attached thereto immobilizing my hands. My neck collar remains. But my ankle bracelets no longer pressure my Achilles tendons, and most importantly, there is no crotch piece with its confining p***s tube.
Tropical breezes, warm air wafting over sensitive penile flesh untouched for many months, feels ecstatic. Yet my torment continues – just in a different form.
Dr. Helga Reinhold’s procedure has left me with a permanent erection, a hard-on that won’t quit.
“Just some Novocain first and then you can
