NOVEMBER, 1986
1.
I began the new month just as I’d been told to. I m*********d constantly. Though I wouldn’t have believed it possible, my erections were more frequent than ever. Not only that, they were bigger than ever, harder than ever, hurt worse than ever and were harder than ever to conceal. Not even the back brace did an adequate job. In response I began skipping classes, staying home to masturbate instead.
Five, six, seven times a day, for an hour or more at a stretch, I put myself in bondage and beat my meat like a madman. Oh, how it hurt! And how maddening the endless frustration! The memory of Mistress’ wildly jiggling breasts, of sitting up before her and begging like a dog, and the thought of being f****d over and over again while helplessly insensate, all of these were so
