Mistress Sophia tells me, that i am allowed to go clean up and dress myself, and meet them tomorrow at the same time again."Oh, one more thing though ...ittle boy… Have a white bra and a pair of panties from your sister ready too tomorrow…" she said and closed the cam immediately afterwards…Entry #3:The next day i went online and had an offline message from Mistress Sophia, which told me to be ready at a specific time, a white bra and panties ready at my side. Of course, i was sitting there, a. “Oh sir, I am so sorry!” She stammered blushing a deeper crimson. “No worries, I am sorry you spilled your coffee.” He looked at her pencil skirt to see if any had landed there. She reached under the desk and brought out a box of tissues, ineffectually mopping up the spill while grabbing the phone and punching in an extension. “Mr. Bloodstone to see Miss Abernathy,” she said crisply and replaced the handset. “Please follow me sir,” she said avoiding looking at his gorgeous chiseled face and. It feltworse, if anything, than just having a tiny dick - at least then I'dstill have had control over it. With the chastity cage locked around mycock, forcing it smaller and keeping it limp, sealing it away from mycontrol... it was like I wasn't a man at all. I felt weak.This point was hammered home by communal time in the prison. I'd not letmy smaller stature make me a target for intimidation before, but walkingshoulder to shoulder with the bigger guys didn't feel as achievable asbefore. The. It’s running down my legs.” She moanedI finally pulled all the way out. My cock was covered in her juices and my big load. I walked over to take a few more photos with our phones at her leaking pussy. It was so hot. She was trying to move to get unhooked more harder now. I put down our cell phones and walked back inside my house. She looked up and saw my big cock in front of her face. “It’s so big and round.” She breathed.“You should clean it off and show me how big a slut you are. I.