Judy is the perfect woman, what dreams are made of. So he does the next best thing—he doesn’t say a word.“It’s not your fault, it’s mine,”...she continues. “Victoria has no idea what we did, and I don’t want her to. She knows I blow you from time to time, but that’s all.”“That’s good to hear,” he replies, feeling that this conversation isn’t going to be as bad as he first thought. “I don’t want to jeopardize anything unless you are comfortable with it.”“That’s just it,” she bursts. “I mean, I. For the sake of your continued and growing pleasure, and him learning his proper place and submitting his sexuality to yours completely, I want you to observe a ‘orgasm ratio.’ What I mean by that is that for X number of orgasms you have, he gets to have one. I recommend starting at 4 to 1, meaning, once he makes you cum four times, he gets to cum once. This is guaranteed to make him more attentive to you and your needs--both sexually and far beyond sexually. And, of course, the chastity cage. The black bag had a cinch which closed around your neck. It was silence and total darkness for you, although you could breath. The feel of the ropes binding you, and the dildo which kept trying to slip out of your pussy when you lost your concentration about holding it in place, all of this added up to a rise in your excitement level. You had no idea what was going to happen next but I could tell your body was looking forward to it as your nipples stuck out and juice flowed from your clenching. I simply nodded and found myself nervously back in one of the salon's styling chairs. A few minutes later the remains of my eyebrows had been removed and the mustache trimmed evenly. But even with cosmetics they could not do much about the eyebrows and shiny, somewhat lumpy top. Without my bushy eyebrows the mustache looked ridiculous, so I finally had them remove it. Without the mustache it was better, but not much. And the pants were itching worse. Margaret asked why I was scratching, and.