You will ask me permission if you want to piss or cum or do anything at all. You no longer have a name. Instead I will call you slut or toy or anythin... else I chose. Do you understand?”Staring at the ground she said, ‘Y-yes.”I slapped her in the face and screamed, “Yes what, slut!”Continuing her gaze she mumbled, “Yes, Master.”I grabbed her by the jaw and made her look me in the eyes. I twisted her nipple with my free hand and said, “You will look at me when you address me. Now what did you. I feel you give a shudder and a strange cry, tottering slightly on your feet, and from sheer instinct I shift my grip from your legs to seize your ass, one buttock in each hand, and I squeeze you there as I nuzzle my mouth and nose into your crotch. Your breath is coming in pants and gasps, and then a tremor shakes you – you clutch the back of my head, grinding my face harder into your cunt, and you hips give a short spasmodic burst – then more juices seep from your vagina, and I realise with. As you can see from the pic he now has a lot of spare room in the cage. He could really do with being put in an even smaller cage just in case his tiny cock should ever attempt to fill the space by growing. He hasn’t shown even the slightest attempt at an erection in the last couple of years so I think it’s unlikely his cock will ever try again. However, a new snug little cage will be much more comfortable for him. I do believe any resurgence of even slight erections would be counterproductive. Rachel seemed to read her mind. From the closet she selected a rubber dildo. She showed it to Amy and Amy nodded her head vigorously and made assenting sounds through the gag. Robert sat forward in his chair and watched closely as Rachel rubbed the head of the dildo in Amy’s saturated gash, coating it with the glistening juice that was running in rivers down her thighs. Amy moaned, twisted and pumped her hips, opened and clenched, trying to suck the rubber cock deep into her, wanting it to.