Chapter Eleven
Miss Beatrice controls the rhythm, gently pushing and pulling at my yoke. It is frustrating, but overall she seems to know precisely how to keep the chaste male in a constant state of priapism. I can feel my rock hard erection bobbing beneath, but I can do nothing other than ride the steel phallus and abrade my prostate gland in attempting satisfaction... only to obtain the faintest flutters of pleasure.
To ease my frustration, I continue my narration.
The firm caning, occurring within hours of Ms. Nancy’s and Missy’s arrival, set the tone for their lengthy stay. And much to my chagrin, Ms. Nancy once again began to make suggestions regarding my care and upbringing, which my young aunt was more than willing to consider. After all, she was only a half generation older
