She was directed to lean against the back and once more strapped to the table so she could not move and the penis gag again strapped to her head and i...to her mouth. She was so exhausted from all that had already been done to her, that while whatever they were about to do was going to be horribly painful she didn’t have the energy to care or be afraid. She had an idea of what was coming. Since Master had just had her chipped and branded the next logical step was the piercings he had mentioned. ” I turn around to see her holding my bong. Shit.“Shit.”She laughs even harder.“I don’t care, James. I smoke too, and it’s my day off. Do you have anymore?”I let out a bit of a laugh.“It should be inside of that fake ass Harry Potter book right there. I hollowed it out when I was a senior in high school.”“You smoked back then?”“No, but I used Tumblr. Same difference, really. Everything was done for an aesthetic back then.”“That makes so much more sense now. You don’t have a normal ‘in my 20s’. ’ He was stroking her mons now, moving the fine curling hairs with his fingers, moving the hairs first one way, then the other and touching the little valley half hidden beneath. ‘So soft, so wonderfully soft. May I?’ He turned her around as if examining goods. His hands were on her bottom, touching, stroking, seeking, feeling the cheeks, sliding his fingers in the crack. ‘Alphonso, what fine buttocks, don’t you think. Comparable to young Julia we enjoyed so much last year. Yes, very comparable. The sweet aromas of make-up, hair spray and perfumeintoxicated my thoughts. The funny thing was that as part of our D/shobbying, on occasion, my wife would briefly crossdress me and waskeenly aware of a subtle streak of femininity in my nature. But she hadno idea how Stacy enjoyed tormenting her outer sissy in diapers.Thoughts of soon wearing the diapers filled my consciousness, thinkingof my restricted erection straining inside this heavy cloth entrapmentand the dampness created by the plastic.