“I’m in here “I shouted from the room on the front which used to be Fiona's bedroom when she was with her hubby. Now all the rooms were communal...for me to sleep with either of them in. In the two double rooms there were king sized beds and the smaller room had a suspended chair hanging in it and a couple of leather stools and a bean bag. The bathroom had been re-fitted to be a massive wet room with loads of shower heads all around with a low sort of table in the middle that was fully built in. His reply had been nearly instant.With the blackmail and the possible consequences constantly on his mindhe had really become even more weak willed. Even to an extend where thequestion wether he was talking back frightened him to no end."Well if you are not talking back then I figure you still want to be agood obedient sissy. Good obedient sissies follow all orders withouthesitation. Oh and your begging isn't very convincing at all. In fact, Iam convinced I am even doing you a favour. I mean. It wasn't that I got 'nocturnal erections'. I barely get erections at all. But the feeling of it in bed, the constriction, the brushing against the sheets, I was constantly aware. And all the time I was worrying that I would get hard, and that it would hurt. That was a bigger issue than the actuality.Friday.Luckily the cage doesn't show under normal trousers. So I went to work, did the shopping, oh, and sat down to pee, as the day progressed. I had to apply a little lubricant at times, but. Through my half closed eyes, I saw him walk naked past my bed to the window and he looked out to see the view, he turned around and he noticed that my towel was open and he could most probably see my privates. He stared at me laying there semi exposed on the bed, his 34 year old cock was getting hard and bigger. He bent down to the side of the bed to get a better look up my towel, I could feel his warm breath on my thigh. He moved the towel softly and I could feel the cool breeze of the AC, he.