There was nothing Jessica could do now but wait in her tiny dark meat-girl locker for morning to come and her former father to unleash his tortures on...her newly converted meat-girl body, like Jessica had said when she talked to her father the meat-girl bindings were permanent designed in a way that cause it to grow tighter and tighter every few hours squeezing the life out of her wrists sort of like what happens to wet raw-hide as it dries but 10 times worse, if the binding was removed Jessica. I begin to get a slow rising erection. I reach for his cock, it feels as if it’s swelling a little in my hand. Mine stiffens more in response.So we are both stood at the toilet bowl with hardening cocks. Soon it will be impossible to pee into the toilet. I pull him by his cock towards me and then turn to face the bath. He gets where I’m going. I pull him to stand beside me facing the side of the bath tub. Now however bad our aim, it will at least end up in something.Paul reaches for my erection. I slowly moved towards a wall and pressed her against it. My dick my hard and pressing against her pussy. Her breasts pressing against my chest and lips against mine. She broke the kiss to breathe in. I did the same. We looked at each other and started again.I turned around to face the bed. I kept my knees on the edge of the bed for support and slowly bent forward. I put my left hand on the bed and slowly laid her on her back. I was on top of her. Still kissing as if our life depended on it.. I couldn't even tell you when the flogging stopped, but the next sensation brough me back to my place with a resounding bang!Mistress had now picked up a smooth block of ice (about hand size) and ran it across the middle of my back... WOW, talk about a wakeup call... "Mmmm, that's got you back young man" Phew... Yes Mistress" just to confirm the obvious... The ice treatment was far from flowing. Mistress ran it across my back, then nothing, then straight across the tops of my thighs, then.