Her unctuous words have the desired effect. I blush again with the recollection and of course the scene in which I soiled the stage needs not be mentioned. The embarrassing trauma automatically comes to mind.
“Yes, and mine is to watch. Observing the masochist at her zenith…or should I term it her emotional…abyss. You bore such pain and humiliation, and you so much enjoyed it.”
Indeed, the memory of reacting with a powerful climax, ejaculating to soak the tablecloth before dozens of peering eyes, puts me in a mental funk. Three days of floating in gel caused me to relive the trauma time after time. But was it truly traumatic?
Both elegant hands rise to cup my breasts, shapely and enlarged through weeks of special diet comprised of all dairy products, the fattening sustenance which I ha
