I told her I needed to use the bathroom, and she said that was ok, but she was going to give me an enema to help clean me out, and she would allow me ...o give her one as well.After we were both cleaned out, mistress lead me over to her makeup table and pulled out a chair for me to sit. The chair had a hole in the seat with a dildo sticking out of it. She said that before I sit down she was going to fit me with a waist cinching corset, but before she could do that she was going to give me saline. I stared hard at the treasure before me—and pulled the cord. In but a second I was screaming into my gag as the electricity tore through my genitals. Like vise jaws lined with red-hot, vibrating needles, the current gripped my cock and balls, shook them—hard—and then released them, only to return four seconds later with a vengeance. Four seconds on and four seconds off; that was the schedule, one that would repeat itself over and over again. I’d suffer that way until I’d untied the last knot. Most of the ash readily washed off the outside of the bowl, but it took some effort to thoroughly clean the last of the grime from the inside of his creation. Holding the big bowl up as the water flowed off it, he realized that it was in far better shape than he had thought when he first saw it buried in the ashes. Tapping it gently with his knife blade, he was pleased to hear a clear, almost chiming sound. “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered.After carefully putting the bowl down, he thoroughly. I softly caressed Tristan’s bottom and moved close. My cock was stiff and ready. I entered Tristan’s sexy ass… slowly.Tristan: Oh, daddy! Tom stood still and just enjoyed the moment. Tristan whimpered because he wanted this so badly… and Tom wanted to give this to his sweet love just as much. Tom pounded him and Tristan kept talking to his dad after each of the thrusts.Thrust (daddy), thrust (daddy), thrust (Oh, daddy), thrust (Daddy); hard thrust (Daddy!)I stopped and remained inside.