" Out with it, bitch!" Well." Louder, slut."I composed myself a little, and spoke clearer, if not much louder. "I was to suck a cock before our next m...eting. Any cock. And provide proof of doing it." Yes," you said, "And you haven't, have you?"I hesitated before replying, and you completely stunned me by slapping my face. Not particularly hard, but enough to sting, and certainly enough to take me aback."Yow," I squeaked. And you slapped me again. "Ow!" I started to raise my hands, and you. "At least it's only one thing bobbing about, not two."I was rewarded with her lifting and dropping her weight onto my semi-turgid cock. I got the message.“I guess you guys don’t play light sabres with them either?“Okay, serious face… Alex suggested that we warm up Steph together, so the pair of us got between her legs. She had been watching us and slowly stroking herself in anticipation. She was pretty wet when I started to lap at her. I hadn't realised, but Alex was watching Steph closely and. I left the panties on andstarted the computer to see if all corsets fit like the one I had on,then at pictures from the same era as I was going to be dressed. On onesite I saw pictures of girls my age, and all of them had tiny waists,which told me that mom planned that for me as well, cringing at thevery idea of it. Already well aware of what a corset felt like, Iwasn't ready to endure any more. As I logged off, mom came in and beganto untie the laces, or so I thought, but all she did was. To which I replied, “Sometimes.” Then she said, “Stop that.” I sat there numb.She said, “You can have sex though, but not masturbation.” Then she went to explain the reason behind it. I jokingly replied, “Who would masturbate if one gets sex?” only to receive a serious look from her. She handed over me the prescription.She asked me to come to her home after a week with some test reports. The next week I went to her home early morning with the reports. The servant opened the door and asked me to.