Step Six
First thing Monday morning my prayers are answered.
Sunday night I’m finally returned to my room, banished from Empress Kimiko’s supremely comfortable bed and insatiable embrace to my hard and lonely pad on the floor. Worn out completely I slumber like a log until that familiar contusive grip on my nuts yanks me out of unconsciousness. Still wearing that nine-inch p***s attached to my own – I’ve been forbidden to remove it – I barely stifle an agonized scream as Mistress Aiko drags me onto the cold hard tile.
“Crawl, piss-dog!” she hisses.
Oh gladly! Even better than this order is the return of Mistress’ former volubility. Once she has me in position she whispers spitefully as she pulls up her uniform.
“Still no spew, eunuch pig! How you like f**k with no feel, no come? Worth
