The punishment I had received for disobeying her one time previously was burned into my memory. XXX “Tighten!” She commanded in a hoarse whisper. I’d always gotten a raging hard-on just thinking about my mistress. She ordered her slave on his knees, walked up to him and and told him to lick her clit while she tweaked her nipples. Although of course I didn’t say it, I knew that I was being ordered to do the impossible. Tighten!”
The slave smiled coyly, Clearly enjoying the comparison and taking pride in his own superior length and girth. I was an average 6 inches or so. Mistress said, “Now that is what I call manhood. I generally have pretty good staying power but this-this was something altogether different. Your cock’s got more control over you than your own brain has!” Then she laughed disgustedly.
