He knew some of how they worked - the basic bag, probably leather or pigskin he thought, drones with reeds in them for tone and the chanter to play th... melody on. He began to explain what he wanted to the craftsmen, pulling in his musicians to help him with the dimensions and materials. He explained the basic principles and ordered everything else to be dropped until they had a working set of pipes for him to hear.It took the craftsmen some time to manufacture the pipes and some trial and error. ..mmm, that would be nice. But, at the moment, you might decide to bite it off." He cracks a smile. "However, perhaps later--?" You try to say something, but only muffled noises emerge from the gag. "If you promise not to scream, I'll remove the gag..." You nod your head. He smiles again. "Well...let's just wait a bit shall we?" He reaches down, takes your nipples between his fingers and thumbs, twirls them firmly, but not painfully, twisting them back and forth until they begin to harden. “Jason,” Barbara added. “Let’s go.”I stood up when Barbara left her seat. There was no conscious decision about it. I was just following Barbara’s instruction.As we weaved through groups of people, I asked, “Where are we going?”Barbara didn’t turn as she spoke. “You’ll see,” she called back.A few seconds later we were in the long corridor, the hubbub in the hallway muted as Barbara strode along with determined purpose.“But this is the Ladies,” I said, aghast.Barbara stopped, a hand on the door.. You are the laughing stock of the neighbourhood.You are a cuckold and have been since the day Heidi married you. You werenever going to be man enough to satisfy her so we both turned you intothe little pussy you are today. First we chemically castrated you andthen shot you so full of female hormones you will never be able to goback and be the wimp you were. And you let us do it with your eyes wideopen. You didn't even want to be a little cross dressing sissy but wemade you one. I don't know of.