We get out and dry each other off. As she is drying my balls she taps my CB6000 and tells me it’s been three weeks that I’ve been locked up. She s...ys if I do really good tonight and Brad is pleased, she might let me out so I can cum. “Please let me out, please.” She says, “we’ll see.” My little dinky is throbbing swelling up inside the plastic cage.She helps me get dressed, starting with a pair of red-seamed stockings. I stand and she slides the red sheer-skirted crotchless satin garter panties. It felt wicked even thinking about it; me torturing another slave. I kept expecting that the cable guy would phone and tell me what to do. I guessed he could see as well as I could the way that it was going. Part of me tried to convince myself that I was just following instructions, well that is actually instructions that I had not actually been given but ones that I should have been given. Another part of me knew that I was enjoying a game of my own. I was bound to be punished. Actually. .''''its nothing you can tell me''''yes i did once but it was a mistake''''its ok boy. its ok''his hands rubbing my face 2 finger rubbing on my lipsei was looking at him his 2 fingers pressuring my lips to let them in''slowly slowly , good boy show how you sucked that cock, its ok boy ''i was gently made to suck on his 2 big black fingershidden in the back sucking on his fingers the sound of his pant zipper later and he was helping my hands on his bbc''mmmm your hands so small, yes touch it,. She could feel the tears running down her cheeks already. She slowly sank to the floor of her dim lit room; one hand still on the knob. Sob after sob escaped past the hand she pressed over her mouth. Even now, at the rock bottom of her humiliation, Emma couldn't risk letting her family know how she felt. This had been the worst day of her life.It took several long minutes and a deep breathing exercise before Emma was about to stand and walk to her desk by the window. The last light of the.