Lambs JournalSubmitted by: email@example.com
i am so glad that Goddess Marguerite has been so attentive to me. we have known each other for a number of years. some time ago, i was in a relationship with a girl who was a hostess at Cafe Deluxe, a restaurant in Washington, DC. i had been into chastity and tease/denial for some time, and Dinah was just incredible. she had never heard of this, but loved the idea of non stop oral sex for her, as well as all the gifts and pampering.... i am a lobbyist for a rather powerful interest group, and there's plenty of money to waste. let me tell you! at first Dinah was a little nervous about using the chastity belt, but i'd had it through three relationships, mostly women i'd met through the Black Rose, DC's S&M group... Dinah was the first mistress i had to train to top me. but she got so into the belt that finally she kept the key and was only letting me cum every two weeks, and then once a month...this was long for me, usually i'd get to cum every three days or so! she also gave one hell of a whipping...but then Dinah got an internship in Germany, and left her waitress job. She assured me it would only be for four months, and then left, taking the key to my belt with her!
a few weeks after this, i was sitting in the Cafe Deluxe, rather disconsolate, as my beloved no longer worked there.. but there was another waitress, who i'd seen before, a brunette, fairly tough looking...she hated the button down shirts the waitresses were supposed to wear, because she didn't want to look like "a guy" so she rebelled by wearing varying skin tight black and pink turtlenecks...i'd met her a couple of times, and she told me she was waitressing to help her husband get through graduate school. "I know about your belt" she told me one night, and i was terribly embarrassed Marguerite (you all know who I was talking about) invited me to her house, she and her husband were living in an English basement at the time, and ordered me to take off my pants and shoes, so i was standing in my suit shirt and tie, but naked from the waist down.
Marguerite inspected the belt, and then brought out a nasty switch that she'd used on her hubby that morning and gave me a nasty thrashing with it, telling me that Dinah would be horrified if she knew how indolent i'd become. She then made me clean the house with my Pierre Cardin shirt and tie and bare, welted bottom...and then took the switch and had me strip bare and whipped me again...and sent me home...for the next four months i was over at Marguerite's three or four times a week, getting whipped, cleaning, and buying her little gifts. i didn't get to cum at ALL, as the key was in Europe with Dinah. When Dinah came home, she and i reunited and i got to unlock, finally... and whack off into a china dish, and you know where the spew went mmm! it isn't so bad once you've gotten used to it, just salty...
Dinah and i have broken up since then, but the Goddess and i are still close... i just stopped seeing another girl and have given Marguirete the key back to the belt i have now...it's been since New Year's Day since i got to cum... she says soon though...please!
However, when her husband Clovis had gone through his 60 day chastity period, she had me suck him off, which horrified me... i'd been in ROTC, you see... but to no avail.
Ooh, what a horrific morning it's been. Goddess gave me a nasty caning this morning for missing the duties with Robert and the other guy last night.. I just couldn't do it. I'm not into that stuff.rubbing another man's back, stroking his balls. it's awful. And then when I got to Marguerite's place this morning, after my chastisement, she sat down and began to stroke me.first she'd do ten long, slow strokes, and then ten quick ones.and then she'd stroke my cockhead with the long nail of her forefinger, it would've made me jump if I'd not been tied so tightly. At the same time, her other hand cupped my balls, and she twiddled them around with her other forefinger and index finger. Now and then she'd bend over, her lips almost at my penis, and swing her hair back and forth across it. she has this beautiful curling dark hair!
Marguerite kept bringing her gorgous red lips--like a heart, they're shaped--very, very close to my straining, purple cock and just blowing gently on the head. This got me very hot and also made the precum that was pouring down the shaft very cold. She stuck her tongue out a couple of times and nearly licked the head and then pulled back, laughing. "I wish Anton (her bike courier boyfriend, the little punks 24 and doesn't have a bit of my education or manners) could see what I'm doing to you now, lamb-boy...I mean he gets to FEEL my mouth around his shaft all the time, and I love licking up his semen...but then he's a MAN, isn't he?" Clovis told me that he hasn't had a blowjob from his gorgeous wife now for over five years...it's lucky when he gets to cum! I don't know what it would be like full-time around here, as Marguerite's husband, Clovis must have real stamina. After going through her routine about me not being a man, Marguerite alternated blowing on my cock and sort of spitting on it, and rubbing the saliva in in this incredibly erotic finger-massage.
For a little while, she left me alone to do something in the rest of the house, and my cock began to go limp again eventually...but then I missed her! What to do? As my erection began to fade, I realized I needed to urinate quite badly. I'd been caught up with Marguerite all morning, and had drunk quite a few beers at Chief Ike's Mambo room the night before, thinking about rubbing those men's backs. I have experience as a state budget director, a policy analyst, some foreign policy. I won science fair prizes as a boy. I've written Op-Ed pieces for the New York Times, the L.A. Times and the Washington Post. I was a fullback at Andover and Michigan. But I'm not a massuer.
The beer was getting to me, and I'd really not noticed it when I was super-hard, something else had first priority, that nasty white stuff, you know. Marguerite strolled back in the bedroom shaking her nails in the air--she'd polished them a magenta color. "Marguerite, my Goddess." I begged. "I have to pee, please." Marguerite snorted. "You can hold it. I just need to distract you a little. " She spent about five minutes doing her "landscaping" as she calls it. For the last few months she's been tying me up and pulling a few public hairs out...after the fifth or so, I am hysterical, so she only does a few at a time, but plans to have me bald in the crotch by September. Then she is going to pull the hairs off my ass. I must say, I forgot about peeing and cumming for a little while.
Then Marguerite told me we were going to watch her "story" which was this horrific soap opera, she unhooked me from the bed and cuffed my hands behind my back and led me naked into the living room...Clovis was at work. Then Marguerite sat me next to her on the couch, and we sat through a loong soap opera. She didn't want to distract me from the story, she said, so she only played with my cock during the commercial breaks... the rest of the time, my penis strained against air, and I had to stare, blearily at this woman on the screen who I guess was having an affair with a space alien or something...those soap operas are awful! Also, when my erection went down during the show, I needed to pee again, badly.
Clematis, a bulldog that Marguerite is keeping while her sister-in law is out of town came up to us while we were watching the soap. It was between commercials, and the dog - ugh bulldogs are so slobbery and disgusting. I think bulldogs look like newspaper editors and Pugs look like ex-wives - Clematis begged for some of the leftover barbecued ribs that Marguerite was nibbling on, and occasionally feeding me. "Oh Clem.there's not enough for you, darling, but would you like to lick some sauce?" What happened next is almost unprintable. She poured some of the HOT barbecue sauce on my penis, and the big, slobbery disgusting dog, with that flapping chin got up on the couch and began LICKING AND SUCKING MY COCK. Me, a lobbyist with two master's degrees! I am descended from the people who landed at Plymouth Rock!
What's worse is, since I've not cum since New Year's day and had been mercilessly teased for going on four hours at that point, I began getting very erect. Clematis' tongue, though kind of rough, was quite stimulating. I began getting very excited and even MOANING. I closed my eyes. "Oh, lambie" Marguerite chuckled. "Must we add bestiality to your perversions?" Just before I was about to cum in Clematis' mouth, he bit me slightly on the side of the foreskin, irritated that there was no more barbecue sauce, and I screamed. Mercifully, Marguerite shooed him away and put some iodine on it. "If you want I'll give you Clem's number" She thinks she has quite a sense of humor!
But eventually the show was over, and Marguerite began taking me back to the bedroom, hands cuffed. I begged once again to let me have a pit-stop at the bathroom, and Marguerite walked me there, and then managed to kick me in a bit and shut the bathroom door on my cock. I didn't get to pee, but I was distracted. And then she tied me up to the bed again.
And then it was back to the damned feather. She used the feather to stroke gently across the head, and up and down the shaft til I thought I'd scream. I began to forget about my bladder, as the cum was pulsing at the head of my cock, and she kept going up with the feather, circling and then stroking down the the balls, and then she'd drop the feather for a bit, and scratch my lower stomach, and then run her nails across my inner thighs SOO lightly til I was begging her to return to stroking my wee-wee. "But darling." She purred. "You were just begging me to stop teasing you. now you want me to play with your cock again?" Then Marguerite took her forefinger and just slowly stroked it up and down my cock, from the tip to the base and ran her tongue across her lips at me. this went on for about ten minutes.
"Do you ever read the Whizzer Black cartoons?" I had. She went and got a feather duster, and once again began playing the entire duster up and down my shaft. "This was one of my favorites. I wonder if I can get your cock as big as his was?" It's such a soft feeling at first, the tickling feathers-- UUP and DOOWN my cock, til the underside almost feels numb and my head is spinning--there were these weird black spots in front of my eyes for a minute--and my cock was almost about to shoot off from the crotch like a missile.
Then I was trembling, and my legs were shaking, and I guess she could tell that I was about to cum, and she took her Winston and began flicking ashes from it into my ball sac and that seemed to calm me down...my groin, that is...I was screaming. Then she pretended to try to burn my cock with her cigarette, and there was a lot of trying to move my hips... ooh. Finally there was a knock on the door, and the two guys I stood up last night came in. They didn't need backrubs anymore, but they were both a bit horny, and bisexual. I will not go into what I had to do, but my jaw aches, and I can't talk much right now.
Then Marguerite belted me and drove me to my office. As I was afraid of this, you can tell what happened. I got her friend Marabeth a job as a receptionist some months ago, and Marguerite locked my bathroom door and told Marabeth that I could go to the potty at three-thirty if at least five collective people from the Blue_Balls group vote that I can. I am now typing this with my legs pressed together. Marabeth has assured me there are no meetings this afternoon, and so I can write a letter to you all in peace...but I am standing at the desk now, as I said, legs pressed together. If I pee accidentally, I'll ruin my best suit--it's one of those Hong Kong tailor made jobs with my name stiched in the inside right of the jacket. Please, please vote for me to go pee... just one or two of you before three-thirty...PLEASE.
May twenty-second (Marguerite)
Why do men lose their power of speech? I spent about an hour tonight rubbing a chamois around lamb's crotch area, and then alternating with quick finger glides, my nails up and around the shaft, and then back to the chamois. You know the soft leather kind, that is used to polish up cars... pronounced "shammy"? At first he and I were having quite an interesting and civilized conversation about Iraq and the weapons inspectors but after about forty minutes his conversation seemed to degenerate into something like "Aaah... waah... Margie, please, Goddess... mmm.... aahh... I'm dying..." "What's wrong, lambie? " "maaah. I wa-wa cumm.. "This is quite strange talk for someone who is constantly going on about his various degrees from Michigan, don't you think. He began sounding like the Hamburglar sounds on the MacDonalds commercials, you know, a sort of bionic hairlip thing. At one point his groin began trembling, and I thought Old Faithful was going to erupt, so I quickly overturned a pitcher of Martinis on it, and left him to lie in a wet bed, moaning. I mean, I can't spend the evening talking to the Hamburglar, you know...
Today Goddess Marguerite came by my office, and we went to the Sheraton and "took a meeting" for an hour and a half-- She stayed dressed in her elegant business suit, heels and hose, and stripped me and tied me to the bed, and took the belt off and gave me a torturous stroking for the entire time, and I just babbled and babbled She just stroked on and on, her legs crossed, skirt hiked up so I saw her nyloned thighs and now and again she would take a heel off and whack the tip of my wee-wee to calm me down, and then start stroking again...
...I bought her a bracelet right after we left, and then I had to make a presentation on the Hill, and of course I was still rather inarticulate, as I'd not cum...
SHOULDN'T I GET TO CUM?
Tonight after a nasty couple of days, I thought I'd be able to relax. I knew I was being invited over for dinner and I thought it would be different this time. When I arrived, Marguerite made me take off everything, even my chastity belt. "What's going on?" I asked. " I dressed for this party, and now you've undressed me." I kept wanting to touch my prick, as it was free and my hands were free. first time since New Year's Day. I wanted to cum. Marguerite smiled and handed me an apron. Oh, no. Then high heels, and a repulsive, cheap curly red wig. and a weird Lone Ranger mask.
And then there was a knock at the door. I looked at Marguerite pleadingly. "Darling lambie." Marguerite smiled. "I am short on help tonight. Jasmine is away, and I need someone to pass trays. you won't know the people, but they're all very nice, some are my friends from the Black Rose (an S/M group she's in) Except for you, the dress is formal. go answer the door."
The next hour or so was incredibly unpleasant, I kept answering the door, and serving drinks, and passing canapés. After the party got a little giddy, some girl snatched off my apron, and the women began making me dance naked, while playing "Lola" from the Kinks. and Marguerite's bulldog, Clematis, kept coming up and sniffing my ass." "He's going to take you from behind, lambie" Marguerite called heartily. Finally, she took me aside "Darling, I want to let you cum, but you must whack off in front of these people. kneel over there, please."
So I was kneeling in front of all the people at the party, naked except for high heels, the Lone Ranger mask and that ridiculous wig . I was horrified by this, but I'd not cum, as you all know, since January first. But here I was, finally ready to humiliate myself, and begin wanking my wee-wee. and Marguerite wasn't quite ready to let me, and made me place my hands on my thighs as I knelt there, naked as a jaybird.
"All right, lambie.." Goddess said. "You can start touching yourself for us. slowly" Mortified but incredibly horny, I began pumping my erection. "SLOWLY" Goddess reminded me. I relaxed my grip on the shaft and began rubbing it up and down in a slower motion. "That's right, honey. Do you like I do. light strokes. you know how I rub it?" "Marguerite. you touch that disgusting thing?" One of the women, an attractive thirty-five year old in a tight mock turtleneck shook her head. "God he's such a disgusting little monster, like a gremlin you stole from a novelty shop." Marguerite laughed, and a guy who heads an association I've done work with said "Jesus, who would be psycho enough to take off all his clothes and kneel in front of a group of strangers? Is he a schizo? I mean, S&M is one thing but." They all laughed, the men the loudest. My cheeks burned with shame, as I tried not to rub my dick too fast. After all those stimulating Penthouse Variations articles about being naked in front of a group of beautiful Amazons, it was much, much worse to be naked in the presence of mixed company. it's worse being naked in front of clothed men who are in front of clothed women. why is that?
As everyone else was dressed even somewhat formally, having come from work on Capitol Hill, I felt especially ridiculous. I'd seen one or two of those people around in my work on the Hill, and shuddered to think what would happen if the mask fell off, and they realized that one of Washington's preeminent lobbyists had been serving them canapés and martinis all night. Worse, I'd been walking around with this humiliating erection. the belt was off, and thanks to nearly five months of chastity and many tease/denial sessions with Goddess Marguerite, my penis was bursting with bottled up semen and bobbing about, quite purple, similar to tease toy's pictured blue dick here at the Blue Balls group. My ball sac was huge now with the pent-up stores of unfulfilled sperm cells. Marguerite had put a leather cock ring around the base "so you could enjoy your masturbation more, honey" but it just made my phallus more engorged.
"That's right, honey. Rub it slowly. now with your left hand." I looked at Marguerite. I was afraid to speak, as someone there might recognize my voice from C-Span, but my left HAND? It was so weak. But I began rubbing it with my left hand, very clumsily bouncing the fingers up and down my shaft. Still it was throbbing. any stimulation would do. "You can rub it a little faster since your southpaw isn't so effective." Marguerite said, and I began rubbing faster, grunting and bouncing around. I closed my eyes and moaned. my cock was pulsing against my palm." God, he's so creepy." A young stenographer-type with big hair had spoken. Doesn't he ever get laid?" I ignored it and began to shake, my orgasm was approaching. I clenched my teeth. Here it came."Lambie stop." I opened my eyes. Marguerite looked at me threateningly. "Hand off the pee-pee, please." I couldn't remove my hand from my dick, it had been so long. "Ken, could you hand me that fly swatter?" One of the guys laughed and gave the swatter to Marguerite, but I'd gotten the message, and my hands were back on my knees. A tear rolled down my mask.
"I just want you to take a break now, dear, and refresh drinks, and pass the canapés around again." Marguerite smiled. "You want to be a good host, don't you?" I stood up, almost weeping, and did my rounds with the tray again, it was so awful, because none of the guests really wanted more hors d'ouevres, though some did take another drink. but at least they noticed me. earlier when I'd been walking around with the tray, they'd ignored me.
I mean, I'd been tottering around all night with my tray, and though it'd been a novelty watching me, earlier in the evening the guests had relaxed and had begun just talking with each other about work, and I'd hear references to bills being passed that I was influential on, but when I went by with the tray, the women would step out of the way, looking sort of revolted and amused at this naked masked transvestite with the bobbing, dripping, nearly purple organ. It's not a particularly big dick, but it looked grotesque all the same. like the poor guy on the Whizzer Black cartoons. And now during the second round of drinks and food, they just stared, and a couple snorted with contempt. "Jesus, what's that cottage cheese on his ass?" one of the guys asked. "It's cellulite, didn't you know men get that too?" the stenographer snorted. I bit my lip, and kept moving. All my accomplishments up until now meant nothing-I was just a naked pervert at a Washington cocktail party.
I felt a flick on the now bloated tip of my penis, and the stenographer girl kind of looked away with a smile. I think she'd done it as I was passing. This did not assist in lessening the pressure around my groin. I went back and put the tray down - no one wanted anything else. "Come here, darling." Marguerite crooked a long nail. "Excuse us." She said to the others, and took me into the kitchen. Clovis, Marguerite's husband was dropping cut onions in a pan to make pasta for the guests. Her husband, just a kitchen-boy at his own party. Marguerite ignored him. "Hands behind your back, please." As I obeyed, she reached out and began stroking me." Poor thing.. God, it's a horny cock." I looked over at Clovis, who was gritting his teeth. He poured olive oil in the pan, and went to work with the garlic press, muttering. Clovis told me once that though he'd gotten over being jealous of her lovers, Marguerite's attentions to other slaves made him livid. As humiliated as I was, at least I was involved at the party - he was stuck here in the kitchen.
"Clovis dear?" Marguerite looked at her resentful husband. "Yes, Goddess?" Clovis looked at Marguerite with love in his eyes. Though it was she who was cheating on him with me slave-wise, he held none of it against her. Marguerite was his world. "Could you give me the olive oil, please?" Clovis realized her intent, and pouted, but he handed her the bottle. Marguerite smiled thanks and shook some into her hand, and began rubbing it up and down my shaft." God, it's like a stick-shift." Marguerite leaned over and blew in my ear. She whispered loud enough for Clovis to hear "It's a lot bigger than Clovis' too. though way too small to do a girl like me any good." Her soft fingers began rubbing olive oil into the sensitive spot just under the head of my penis. "Don't come, now, baby." Marguerite looked seriously at me, as she continued to rub. At this point I could've used my orgasm to put out a forest fire. My thighs began to tremble and shake. I almost took my hands out from behind my back, but I remembered that holding them together was "honor handcuffs"
Marguerite kept rubbing around my frenum, and my cock alternated between numbness and extreme sensitivity. " Don't cum yet. if you cum now, I'll make Clovis whip your weiner with a belt." I looked over at her frustrated, jealous husband and he was smiling gleefully. He'd love getting back at me for all the attentions I'd received from his wife in the last few months. All the friendship he and I had, all the confidences, the fishing trips we'd been on and the ball games we'd gone to when Goddess allowed it, all that bonding meant nothing in the battle for Marguerite's attentions. She saw what I was thinking, and as she stroked my cock harder, toying with one of the more purplish veins she said "Clovis can hit quite hard darling, he's wielded the belt on a few of my slaves..but if you wait til I let you cum in front of the guests, there will be no punishments, and I'll even let you jerk off a second time."
A second time. Not since I was fifteen had I valued jerking off so much. but this incredible handjob she was giving me was causing me to want to cum NOW. Marguerite wasn't slowing her hand down, either, if anything, she was even worse, now tickling my shaft and tugging the cock ring to get me harder.it was up to me. I had to re-gain mental control over my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about Niagra Falls, about the time my friends and I had taken a weekend there, and gone under the falls in raincoats with a guide, and how cold it was. oooh was it cold. My dick wilted a little, but those soft fingers. they were driving me CRAZY. Cold snowball fights. I thought of cleaning the garage. I thought of my ex-mother in law. pee-pee wilted more. I remembered my prostate milking by Richard "Boy" W, Marguerite's hairdresser, and all sexual interest died. I was flaccid for the first time in days.
"Congratulations." Marguerite smiled, though her eyes looked a little disappointed. I think she is not used to having a limp dick in her hand." You are now in some control of your dick. perhaps at some point I can just have a psychological cage on you. " She smiled and patted my balls very slightly. She knew that though my dick was flaccid, the testicles were even more full. I dropped to my knees. "Please, Goddess. my nuts!" She laughed. "Well, I guess it's time for your ejaculation in front of the guests, eh?" Oh please, I thought. I wanted to climax so badly. She turned to Clovis, who looked disappointed. "What's wrong, you bully. wanted to beat his dick, did you?" Alarmed Clovis almost dropped the oregano. "No, no Mistress." Marguerite lauged. "Maybe I'll let lambie beat your dick instead." I was thrilled and Clovis was distraught. She'd started this little rivalry up between us. but wasn't finished. "Maybe I'll even let him FUCK me tonight. You've not got that since you bought me my 2000 Camaro." Clovis dropped the pasta in boiling water and burst into tears.
We went back out into the living room, the guests were discussing me, I could hear bits of ".needs Depo- Provera. Marguerite keeps him like a pet. did you see his dick, it's like, vermillion colored. I think I might recognize him from the Hill. too tall to be George W. though - Maybe Rumsfeld?" Marguerite led me into the living room, and all conversation died and they looked at me. The stenographer type was smirking. I felt my dick rising again. "I hope you're all enjoying yourselves. It is now shorn lamb's time." Marguerite smiled especially at one young man, the one who'd handed her the fly swatter. Were they sleeping together? She had many lovers, normal men who got all the orgasms they liked. "It is now shorn lamb's time to release himself." "You're going to let him spooge in front of us?" A shaggy looking fellow, who I think is in the pro-marijuana lobby asked incredulously. "Marguerite, that's so gross. Why don't you blow him? I mean, no offense, but I guess it's no secret at a party like this, man. you give a mean blowjob, honey." Several of the men nodded assent. I felt so depressed. she blows everyone else, but I'm not allowed to cum.
"Gary, I feel so honored by your compliments." Everyone laughed, and Marguerite went on. "Lambie is a slave-boy. they don't deserve blowjobs. I would rather blow Clematis over there-" she gestured at the sleeping bulldog - than put my mouth on that pencil between his legs." Wait, I thought she said I was big. "Lambie hasn't cum since New Year's Day, and I want him to get the opportunity finally. I promised him in the kitchen that it's his big chance now, and he might get an additional treat after that." I was now harder than I'd been when she rubbed me with the slick olive oil. What kind of treat? I know she was just kidding when she said what she said to Clovis, or was she?
"All right darling. on your knees" I sank to the hard wood floor gratefully. "On your mark (giggle) get set .GO!" She'd not directed me to use my left hand, so I began pumping with my right. I closed my eyes again.Oh, it would be so good to cum.if I `d complained about the intense leaden weight of my balls in the past few weeks, I'd get "milked" again, so I'd been quiet about it, but it would be so good to get the semen out the FUN way. And the olive oil that Marguerite had rubbed on my dick made it even more lubricated.. oh, I felt the familiar surge , oh yes. All of a sudden I felt a wet, cold something-or-other nudging the tip of my erection. I opened my eyes, and it was that damned bulldog. "Oh. Clematis has smelled the olive oil." Marguerite announced to the now laughing guests. "I rubbed a little on lambie in the kitchen, and look at this! Hands behind your back, darling, let Clematis have a taste." For the next three minutes I had to kneel naked before some of Washington's elite, who were laughing hysterically while a drooling, wrinkled, ugly as SIN bulldog began slurping around, and of course I was still erect.
Clematis eventually finished his disgusting procedure on my cock and ambled back to his sleeping place, and I was allowed to masturbate some more. but then Clovis served dinner! And I had to stop AGAIN and wait in the corner. Marguerite gave me a peanut butter sandwich to chew on. and I counted the minutes until dinner was over, and the spectator show continued. I really needed to cum. "All right, baby." Marguerite called me. "Come out of the corner. Dinner didn't take too long did it - only an hour and a half.. back there, on your knees.
Now I was out of my mind with lust. I just wanted to cum. Marguerite aroused me tremendously with her tight glittery dress, the stenographer had a leather miniskirt on and one of those frilly tops, and the other women were similarly attired. but I was aroused by a picture of a bowl of fruit on the wall. everything aroused me..and I needed to cum. Marguerite must've noticed my plaintive look for she gave me permission to continue stroking, oh, did it feel good. the leather cock ring was intensely accentuating the rush I was getting, but I was worried that one of the veins in my dick might burst!
I remembered when I had a sports car, a wife and several girl friends. I'd pick up salesgirls at Victoria's Secret while purchasing lingerie for one of the other women. Once, when I was single, a bar pickup asked me why I had make-up in my bathroom (it belonged to my fiancée) and I said it was my mother's and the young lady didn't believe me, so I threw her out of the apartment until she begged to come back in, apologizing for being so nosy. women called me the "Silent Predator. I was referred to by one woman as the type of man who only "dated" between one and three in the morning.
I've given all that up to masturbate naked on a rug in a wig and high heels in front of a group of laughing strangers.
Finally, I was approaching orgasm once again. My hand felt sprained from all the jerking, my cock was dying to burst, the leather ring cutting a vicious streak of pain into the testicles, but here it came, the train was shooting into the station.. I began to quiver.. Oh, God, wouldn't this be wonderful, and then maybe a treat afterwards! Oooh! Splash! I was suddenly doused with the melted water in one of the ice buckets for the drinks. Marguerite had silently motioned one of the guests, that damned Ken, to do this. But why? I looked up at my Goddess miserably. "You took too long, lambie. and the guests have to leave now." Indeed, they were putting their coats on to go. The pitying look of the big-haired stenographer was upon me as Ken helped her into her jean jacket. Marguerite helped me up, and I felt the click of a handcuff on my right wrist.
"Put your arms behind your head, baby." I obeyed, numbly, and Marguerite clicked the other cuff. I stood like this, the high heels at this point killing me (how do women wear them? I remember kyboshing a plan for the female staffers in my office to wear flats on Casual Friday. maybe I should've listened) Marguerite dismissed the last guest. She opened the kitchen door. "Clovis, darling?" Clovis came out, he'd been sweating over doing the dishes. He glowered at me. "Sweetheart, remember how lambie was going to whip your ass. and screw me?" Clovis nodded, his jaw tightening. Now remember, I didn't say any of this, SHE did. I was an innocent..though I'd hoped it would turn out that way. Couldn't Clovis detect Marguerite's treachery? I mean, the man is a partner in a law firm. where's his logic? I remembered once a woman telling me that a man's big head was between his legs.
"Clovis, I promised Lambie that I was going to let him cum, but he took too long." Marguerite's voice tinkled. "Here is the key to your chastity tube, Clovis, unlock yourself, it's been a long time.." Clovis took it gratefully. actually kissing the key. Marguerite continued " Why don't you take lambie downstairs, give his dick the whipping I was discussing in the kitchen, and you can cum in his mouth as many times as you want before tomorrow morning. When was the last time you came, dear? November?" "But Goddess" I whined, "I've done nothing wrong, I only obeyed you-" Marguerite smiled again "I know." "But please don't put me through this. you said I could cum! You said." Marguerite looked directly at Clovis, who put his arm on my shoulder and began guiding me towards the basement. I tried to struggle, but I couldn't move my arms from behind my head.
"He's hysterical, darling.. you know what to do. Don't let him cum for anything. His hands are trapped behind his head, you'll have a clear shot at his wee-wee..make him dance. I think I have a nice scourge down there, you can try that, as well and make him suck you over and over again. And you can put gerbils in his ass, darling..or even my speculum." Speculum? What's a speculum?
did I deserve this? The time in the basement with Clovis and the belt, and then his dick, AND THE SPECULUM, what a horrible skull-fucking he gave me, was unendurable, he came four times. My jaw will be numb for weeks.
And I still haven't cum.. She promised. Don't you all think that Marguerite treated me unfairly. Shouldn't I get to cum?
June 4th (Marguerite)
Things have been rather boring for me... lambie is continually pressuring me to let him cum...It got to be such a drag the other night that I put him in the dog's cage in the back yard, naked. The weather is good enough that he won't catch cold, but it won't be like what poor Clovis had to go through in mid-July, slapping at all the mosquitoes.
I've been reading all this crap about the male's backed-up ball problems, and seriously, I don't think it's that dangerous. I had Clovis, my darling husband tied to the bed the other night, and I began stroking his penis softly, up and down, scratching the head of his cock with my long nails, and breathing softly in his ear... then I saw that his balls were full, and the cock was standing up... I thought about what you've all written about testicular clogging, so I took one of my black mules and beat his penis flaccid with the heel... right after all that cooing in his ear! Although he was screaming and crying after it was over, I wasn't so worried about his balls being too impacted, you know. Then I began stroking him again, telling Clovis in his ear what a sweet baby he was, and as he got harder and harder, I whispered "baby I'd never hurt you, you know that..." and as he was shaking with pre-orgasmic joy, I went at those nuts with a school ruler...I am so concerned about this backed-up ball thing.
The other night Goddess Marguerite had three of her young friends over, college students, and they took turns playing with my cock. I stood naked in the middle of the floor, hands as always cuffed behind me... and the girls were in chairs encircled around me. I would stand in front of each woman for about five minutes, and she'd play with my cock, trying to make me cum. Goddess had warned me that if I squirted in anyone's hand, she'd turn me over to Stan, a gay master she knows, and he'd probably lock me up forever...So the goal was, if any of the three women could make me cum, Marguerite would pay for their books for the fall semester.
The first girl was a gorgeous thing named Kate. Kate, a Jewish girl from Long Island had thick curly hair, full lips, and long red nails. She was wearing a tight, low cut black T-shirt over big boobs and shorts. Kate giggled shyly and began manipulating my cock tentatively rubbing the head and playing with my foreskin, and the frenum. Her eyes were incredible, and at one point she bent over and I stared straight into her cleavage. Push up bras are still in fashion, it seems... Kate's fingers were incredibly soft, and my cock was straining in them. My legs began to tremble. "Hold it back, lambie" Marguerite warned me..."Kate, rub him harder." Kate and the rest of the girls giggled, and Kate rubbed harder...I kept closing my eyes and trying to think about football, but all I could focus on were those teasing fingers... finally the timer rang and Kate's ten minutes were over.
The next girl was Felicia, who was a bit of a wise-ass. She had short hair, and deep brown eyes, and little rosebud lips. "Come on, big boy" Felicia chuckled. She pulled me over close to her and began running her long nails up and down my shaft. Felicia also stood up! and then she leaned her head in my neck and whispered in my ear "Don't you want to cum, big boy? Hasn't it been a while, Marguerite's a bitch to you, and Felicia just wants her honey (it reverted to baby-talk) to CUUM. And I'm a scholarship student and could use the book money." She actually thrust her tongue in my ear! I quivered, and ground my teeth. Felicia had some sort of Obsession perfume on, and she enjoyed playing with my balls and tugging at the head of my cock...But the timer went off finally, and she squeezed my balls hard, she was pissed. I dropped to the floor, moaning and Marguerite said "Now Felicia, all's fair in love and teasing... don't be hard on him."
I crawled over to the last girl and propped myself up. Marcia was wearing a tight yellow turtleneck sweater, and leather pants that a boyfriend had gotten her in Paris. She was a little older than the other two, and was working her way through fashion school at American U. as a hairdresser. Her long, tapering fingers stroked back and forth on my cock, and she stuck her tongue out at me... it was so humiliating! I bit my tongue in frustration, my balls were screaming for release, and Marcia began twiddling my foreskin with her French nails...then she'd tickle the frenum... I thought of the gay master and held my breath.... I didn't cum, but my balls were leaden at this point...
Finally it was all over. I hadn't cum, and the girls were annoyed, as their hands hurt (they'd each gotten three turns over the period of an hour) and felicia said "It's not like the creep's attractive, he's just a gross old man"Marguerite tied me over a wooden saw horse with my butt in the air...and set me in the corner. "Well girls... the boy's done you out of book money...none of you won! Don't you want to take it out on him?
IT was a bad night...
June 12th (Marguerite)
I am trying to teach lamb to focus more now... as most of you know, the poor boy's been celibate since New Year's Day, and I see no ceasing of this for quite some time... But just because he's celibate and quite horny doesn't mean that he can't focus, dammit! I tied lamb's hands behind his back and sat him down with me, naked, to watch an interesting historical documentary film about World War I, while we watched it, I of course masturbated lambie very SLOOWLY... my nails are rather long at this point, and I've learned to take one hand and hold down his balls with three fingers and rub the tip of the penis with a forefinger... and I stroke his hair and kissed his neck...at the end of the film, I pulled lambie off the couch and put him on his knees in front of me... I asked him to name the archduke who was shot (Ferdinand, of course)which indirectly caused the start of WWI... such an easy question, lambie studied much history in school, "It's Academic" historian in high school... he could'nt tell me, to save his life! I asked him a question about General Pershing... oh he was HOPELESS! All lamb kept doing was staring down at his purple cock, still poking out of his crotch like a gearshift. It had been a 3 hour documentary and I'd stroked him with dry fingers, then lubed him up and stroked him... all this... I said "Darling, if you can name the general who starts his last name with P, I'll let you pull your wee-wee! What about the book mentioned in the film, by Eric Remarque... Can you name the title? All Quiet on the Western... what's the last word? I'll give you a blowjob if you can name the last word... if you can't, I'm going to whip that insolent penis with a straightened coat hanger for distracting you..." All lambie did was cry... he couldn't remember anything! "I just can't remember, all I can think about is cumming (Sob) I'm sorry..."
That coat hanger made the boy jump, let me tell you...
June 14th (Marguerite)
Yes, it was a marvelous evening... and after all... Clovis got to cum that night several times... in lambie's mouth, his ass.... goodness. I mean, you can't please all of the people all of the time.
As most of you know, lambie was punished for forgetting the title to "All Quiet on the Western Front" by being forced to transcribe the entire book... it took three days with WAY too many breaks... during this time, my hubby was forced to suck lambie, but without making him cum, under promise of dire punishment. Now lambie is sucking Clovis... but it's much easier, becuase of course three weeks ago Clovis had several orgasms in lambie... whereas when Clovis was sucking lambie, it was much harder to stay careful, as the stimulation of a lively tongue, male or not, on lambie's wee-wee was bound to cause some ructions... after all Lamb hasn't cum in six months... which is much harder than 3 weeks. But lamb doesn't appreciate that it's an easier job keeping Clovis from cumming. He is all whiny because he has to suck dick in the first place! Ah my job is never done...
I have spent the last 18 hours sucking Clovis' cock while he transcribed "War and Peace" I was able to hold my scum back when Clovis was sucking me, as I transcribed "All Quiet on the Western Front" as you can imagine it was very difficult, I've been celibate for six months, and even having a man suck my cock was more stimulation than I've gotten in a while.
It's been even a few weeks since Goddess gave me a manual teasing... my cock was incredibly hard during his two days of sucking me while I transcribed... but I was able to hold back, my balls are like sidesaddles now, but I didn't cum... so neither of us got whipped... but My God, Clovis just got to cum a few weeks ago, when he was allowed to administer my punishments after that vile dinner... I must've sucked him four times... and so I thought he'd be able to hold back his spew... but NO.
Clovis came in my mouth! First, it's disgusting. Secondly, Goddess caned us both, and put mousetraps on each of my nipples and four on my scrotum for being so "tongue provocative" and Third...why couldn't he hold back? I held back. I might as well have cum in Clovis' mouth. I was just trying to avoid a whipping, and now I've gotten one anyway... (Sob) And I'VE STILL NOT CUM! I am typing this standing up at the computer, my butt hurts so much, Goddess used a bullwhip I got from South Africa... the mousetraps are pulling my nipples down, my scrotum is tortured, Goddess just sprayed it with Ben Gay, so the mousetraps hurt more...the sack is so big now, with backed up cum, I am practically bucking at the knees, and tomorrow Marguerite says we have to start AGAIN, me sucking while he transcribes, one letter pencil, one pen...I don't know if I have what it takes for this lifestyle. I really don't!
June 13 (Marguerite)
I am starting to think that Lambie nags too much. Clovis, my hubby sometimes looks rather sad, but it never comes out in nagging, thank goodness. Yesterday I told lamb that I would give him a little relief. He was thrilled. But it wasn't the relief that he wanted, he's never really happy, you know. I just wanted him to lose the desire to whack his willy for a bit. So I tied him down, and teased him for about an hour with Astroglide, while wearing French underwear."But Marguerite!" lambie pleaded "When will I start feeling relief?" "Sweet thing" I crooned..." I am going to guarantee you won't be complaining about wanting to touch yourself for at least a week."
Lamb had purchased some sandpaper at Home Depot to do some work on my baseboards, and I snitched a bit of it. I rubbed his throbbing penis with the sandpaper, alternating it with strokes with the Astroglide. It was all too painful to go into, but lambie eventually lost his erection, even with me MASTURBATING him! Then came a bit of steel wool, just for variety. Gustav, a gay male master came by and he and I had a darts contest, throwing around lambs penis balls and inner thigh area. I did put some protective goggles on the poor boy just incase one of us missed. we were a little drunk.
And then I whipped Lamb's aching, chafed, sore cock with a sapling that I'd cut in Rock Creek Park and left in the bathtub water all afternoon. After this I asked lamb if he'd like to whack off.Word of Honor, I said, I'd let him cum, otherwise, he'd have to work on the sit-ups for autofellatio. and he said he'd wait for the autofellatio, as touching his wee-wee was just too much to bear. ah well.
Goddess Marguerite has instructed me to give her a report on the cruise that I took her and her boyfriend, Miguel on over the last couple of weeks. It is called the Royal Olympia Explorer cruise, and we flew to Venice to get on board. During the flight I had to sit between Marguerite and Miguel...my pants were unzipped and my cock and balls were out, but under a chamois blanket. Marguerite kept stimulating my penis on one side until I got quite hard (now 8 months and counting since my last orgasm) and then Miguel would put his hard, rough hand on my thigh and begin flicking my poor wee-wee with his tough fingernails. By the time we left the United States I was almost crying, and during the layover in Germany Goddess reminded me "If you don't get erect, his flicking won't hurt you, darling. Think about something else when we get on the next plane" But to no avail. Second plane, same seating arrangement her stroking and whispering sexy things in my ear until I was poking practically through the blanket, and then Miguel's hard fingers flicking my shaft down. Miguel pours cement for a living, so his hands are pretty rough.
We discovered once we got on the boat that we could order in the room, and we wouldn't have to go to the dining room at all, There was a lifeboat drill, but Marguerite and Miguel wanted to have some alone time, so they sent me out to wear the hideous orange inflatable jacket with all the other passengers...the drill was painful...standing there was a drag, and Marguerite made me wear very tight leather shorts, and some of the male passengers made fun of me. The next day we stopped in Croatia. and the weather was beautiful . we found this little bay type deal... it was really the ocean,but it was an incredibly small, stony beach... i forgot to bring my bathing suit and Marguerite ordered me to go into the bay naked it was incredibly humiliating, but there were no children there and i got to see minnows swimming about and stuff. i am amazed by the way they act in europe. i was in a cafe and there were two seventy year old women and one of them took off her shirt IN THE RESTAURANT and put on another shirt that the other woman was showing her. I mean, Marguerite has ordered me to strip quite a bit, but never casually in a restaurant.
That night Marguerite and Miguel tied me down and continued the stroking/flicking torture while I was tied to a bed in my room. I had one room for them and a single for myself on a bottom deck... Each morning of the cruise I had to go up to the buffet and get their breakfast, and serve it to them in bed, and then I had "slave breakfast" which meant I had to lick Miguel's cum from Marguerite's twat and then give Miguel a morning blowjob.
the next day we went to olympia on a guided tour... beware of those. the guide was this incredibly obnoxious woman who treated us as if we were about four... she told us that although she was going to show us where the gods lived on earth, the gods did not, repeat, did not exist. then she told us that we had to go through the tour before she'd let us go shopping at the tour junk stores, because we needed to get the education out of the way first. at one point she asked us how we thought all the people got to greece in the old days, did we think they came by airplane...but of course not, she says, because they didn't have planes back in b.c. it was unbelievable. i told Marguerite that we should get the entire bus to chant for ice cream...
That night, Miguel wanted to go to the ship's casino and do some gambling, and I gave him a few hundred dollars, and then Marguerite and I had some blessed time alone. I gave her a bath and massage, and licked her all over...my cock was scraping back and forth against the cage, and the precum was dribbling through onto the sheet. This irritated Marguerite and she slapped me for wetting her bed. I protested, and so she refused to unlock my cage. When Miguel came in and saw the little stain, he made me stand up and he took off my cage, which I thought was going to be a treat...but then he whipped my cock with his Western leather belt and then kicked me in the balls a couple of times, (but he gagged me so my screams wouldn't disturb the other passengers; Miguel is very considerate and well mannered)
the next day we went to istanbul and got out with spending less than two grand, a miracle, we also nearly were killed by insane street peddlers, one only twelve years old...these people keep telling me that they're lowering the price on this total GARBAGE but just for me... it's rather sickening. However, now Marguerite and Miguel have some nice leather jackets and fur coats thanks to me...I've gotten a few bonuses this year! We went back to the ship, and Miguel told a number of men in the casino that there was a hot girl in the stateroom and she'd have sex for a price, not money...and so Marguerite screwed about eight men, and then they (and I) had to endure me licking the liquid off their dicks and then Marguerite dropping the cum/female ejaculate from Marguerite's vagina...Then Marguerite tortured me in front of all of them by tying my hands and legs and laying me on the floor, and rubbing my penis briskly with her foot...finally I thought I'd get to cum, but then she jumped suddenly on my poor cock, and I never wanted stimulation again!
and then went to the acropolis, and we had a g uide that made tuesdays guide sound like elizabeth barrett browning... there are several deejays who play elvis and sinatra songs at night, and i undrestand that marguerite has signed up for a course in reflexology,b ut i am just working on the great american novel and doing a lot of reading
I must say, Europeans are not as civilized as regular people. I was in a PUBLIC RESTAURANT in croatia when this 75 year old woman took off her blouse to try on another one... and then I was in the bathroom, when some woman looked in, screaming for her son...I don't understand how these people can behave that way and live with themselves...
I am home now, hornier than ever... but at least I gave a happy couple a good time...my stomach is filled with cum, I sucked off two stewards and the assistant purser my last day on board, and Marguerite gave me this incredible groin massage with some sort of oil that's used to clean the ship, I really had my hopes up for coming, but will I ever cum?
Goddess Marguerite had me over last night... she tied me down and began playing with me...she was wearing a teddy and net stockings and she began swirling her long red nails around the tip of my cock...she thanked me again for the cruise... we went to turkey and I'd gotten her a cat o nine tails... they are not as bad as a single whip, but painful enough... she stroked me to painful, swelling erection, and then hit me with the tails and then a metal ruler... then she stroked again, and then beat it down...she said that she was happy to go on the cruise, but I shouldn't be running around with a "big arrogant dick" My ball sac is huge now, it dangles between my legs, and she played with that, it was so full! It still is! I'm at work right now, and every time I move in my chair, I get an erection, and she's put me in a smaller cage now, so the skin of my penis scrapes painfully against the nasty metal cage...I feel like I'll never escape again!
August 12 (Marguerite)
Clovis and shorn_lamb sort of work in the same field; there was a banquet involving Clovis' law firm tonight, typical Friday night thing, it involved Clovis' law practice and lambie's lobbying firm... it was one of those grotesque things with lots of fat women in over-stuffed silver lame gowns, etc (lame not layme, but lah-mey, you know?) I was letting Clovis wander about without his chastity belt; I've been very mellow and since I let him squirt recently, I thoughtI could trust him, and of course lamb is still belted...at this event, held at Clovis' firm, I kept setting down my drink glass, (Flirting with those young associates you know) and then I'd look down and it was missing. Then I'd get another drink glass... it was annoying asking the bartender to keep making me another Cosmopolitan, but he was very nice about it, and funny.. making jokes about me going to AA (and bad girl that I am, I got his number)
But then I also noticed that lambie and Clovis were missing, so I took the elevator up to the tenth floor and wandered over to Clovis' office. Marabeth the secretary, was listening at the door of the office and laughing with Deborah, one of the nighttime word processors. "Oh, Mrs. Connolly, you've got to hear this." I listened and there was this moaning and scuffling going on inside. I hammered on the door, and finally Clovis opened it...you're not going to BELIEVE THIS! Clovis and lamb were both just wearing their button down white shirts, and there were five or six of my used drink glasses, all with my perfume and lipstick stains on them... these boys, supposedly high profile professional men, were jerking off and sniffing my lipstick on the glasses!
Clovis had cum about three times... lamb of course was still belted, and had been rubbing his CHASTITY TUBE on the floor! His erection had gotten so big that one of his testicles had popped out of the belt, and was straining against his leg, and it appeared that the belt was tightly pushing the skin of the ball sac against lambie's thigh, and cutting off whatever circulation he needed there...it was completely purple, the sac around this testicle was, pushing out of the side of the leg... oooh.
I went over to Clovis' pants, and pulled out the belt and administered some correction to both boys... and God, the typist and Marabeth were laughing... I was so embarrassed! Lamb kept begging me to take off the belt just so he could loosen his testicle, but I left the key at home... Then Deborah mooned lambie and his ball problem got even worse! I am so sorry to revolt the group with this story...
I'm home now. Lamb is at his house, probably sitting in a freezing cold bath to calm down his ball sac so he can push it back into the belt, and Clovis is hanging naked from the ceiling in our basement "dungeon"... he won't be cumming til fall, methinks... oh God, how revolting they both are!
On the street today, as I was walking to the office with one of my assistants, a young bike courier who was a Master at the party the other night stopped his bike on the corner of 16th and K and shouted "Hey Bo Peep, how's your staff doing? Is your staff stiff?" And he kept screaming at me, and at one point followed me with his bicycle... my assistant kept staring at me, and I am terribly worried about professional exposure, but the humiliation of the whole thing kept my cock screaming inside the belt... 9 MONTHS of celibacy... and Marguerite thinks it's all right because she has me milked every three weeks or so... Most of this evening I have been rubbing my crotch are of the belt against a door- jamb, hoping for some relief, but it just gets worse...and any image, televised especially, is awful... I saw Tori Spelling for thirty seconds before turning the channel and couldn't sleep for HOURS, thinking of her beautiful, bored face, and how she could just drive me to distraction....will Goddess ever let me cum?
So last night, Goddess Marguerite had me give her a full body massage...all over her neck, her curvy 36C breasts, her belly, her back and the long, long legs...I rubbed some scented oil I got for her in Europe all over her marvelous body... I was panting the entire time, like Clematis, her bulldog...my cock was being chafed against the constraints of the metal cage surrounding it...then she had me go down on her, and had several orgasms... at least two, she doesn't fake it! (Why would she, she doesn't have to impress me!)
And then she kissed me and rolled over to go to sleep, and I had to drive home with my penis feeling like Raging Bull.... she says if I keep nagging her for a bigger cage she'll get me a smaller one!
Margeurite has given me "chances" to whack off, using lubricants such as hot sauce and Ben Gay... No matter how horny I've been, this just doesn't work! She'll give me three minutes to pull it over and over again but my cock is so filled with screaming pain that I really can't cum... though sometimes I get very close! Now and again she casually will knock clothespins off my cock...she carefully pins them up and down my penis and testicles, so I just have enough room to put my fingers through the clothespins, and then she'll let me start whacking... I'm masturbating for about 20 seconds, then she stops me... and knocks one clothespin off! Then I get another 20 seconds... and by the fourth pin, I'm aroused but in such pain (I'm such a sissy) that I ask her to forgo my orgasm for another day.... oh... October's a nice months, maybe I can get some relief then...it's more than I can take, really....
I love Marguerite and her marvelous unpredictability... she's wonderful, but I am having a hell of a time with the heavy teasing, you know how it is, a catch-22... God I'm still hard from massaging naked Marguerite last night, I left the office today and went to a cafe and ordered a glass of ice water, went into the toilet stall and poured it all over my caged erection, but it just won't subside...she has these moles, so cute just around... It's sad, She has NEVER licked my balls or cock, or put her mouth anywhere near my crotch, or her husband's, for that matter... but she loves to scrape my balls and cock with her long, long nails, alternating pulling and scraping,sometimes just stroking the tip of my cock with one long fingernail, then squeezing the balls gently, until I am overcum with precum... And then she'll punch me, with her little fist right in the scrotum, and I am down again.... I'm horny and in tears! Usually she'll strip to a little blue bra and panty set, or a corset thing...never letting me see her naked, but just allowing me to watch the breasts squeezed out... and I of course am always naked...naked and horny, it seems forever... well, enough said!
Today Marguerite came over, and I was reading, til she told me she'd just had her nails done at Saks... long and burgundy. I stripped, and she tied me over an ottoman, but by lifting my head (painfully) I could watch the progress of her nails delicately scratching and rubbing my throbbing shaft after the belt was removed...
Marguerite: "Oh, aren't these nails marvelous? Don't you just feel like spurting over my cashmere sweater?"
Lamb: "Oh..they're beautiful nails, Marguerite...I've not cum in so long[Marguerite begins stroking the tender area between my scrotum and my ass-crack] Don't you think now it's time? I've tried to do everything you wanted...bought you things, I jog every day and am joining a rugby team to get in shape..."
Marguerite: "(chuckle) Yes, but lambie, how do I know that level of servitude would continue if I let you squirt? I know how men get when they're relaxed, after they're not aroused anymore... 'I don't need you, Marguerite, get me a sandwich' No, no, lambie, a horny man is a happy one... oh look how purple the head is, it's like a bowling ball and more
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