Twenty One
“Would you like to be caned, Thomas? Need to feel the catharsis of a governing woman’s hand?”
I sit without blindfold. An interlude becoming more and more rare. The pretty Lunda visits and though I cannot move my head, my eyes roll about following the motion of her beautiful breasts. Such are uncovered, as always, and the form of the voluptuous island girl very much attracts he held in forced chastity.
Thus my p***s wishes to stand. Despite the discipline and the many weeks of being confined in the Neosteel p***s tube, it seems my manhood has not learned what I have... that everything is controlled by Bai and Pattie and disobedience comes at a price.
To emphasize Bai’s point, the playful Lunda steps between my parted feet, leans and saucily gyrates her chest. The otherwise f
