"It's a little small." She warned as she unlocked it. "But I'm sure we can make do."Everything here is electronic. Is that a good thing, or bad?She wa...n't kidding. The room was ... tiny. Narrow bed, small desk with a laptop, and chair. Closet on one side, open bathroom door at the far end. A couple of large posters showing mountain vistas covered the walls. They made it seem less imposing. A single full-length mirror beside the bed.She pulled him inside and closed the door. Hungrily, she. Late last year?’ Sir asked.Gina nodded. ‘Yes, I remember that, sir. Why?’He smiled and said, ‘Well, Gina, the figures just don’t add up, according to Mr Gomez.’‘Of course they do, sir,’ Gina argued. ‘I checked all the bills of lading myself.’Sir nodded his head. ‘That’s exactly Mr Gomez’s point, Gina. D’you think he’s an idiot, do ya?’‘No, sir,’ Gina replied, ‘of course I don’t.’Sir said, ‘Then tell me why you’re lying about this particular shipment?’‘I’m not lying, sir,’ protested Gina, ‘I’m. It is tightly bound to my balls with more of the plastic ties, and he pulled them very tight before he left me here. The plastic imprisonment holds the blood in my swollen genitals, forcing pain and increasing my Judas arousal.I feel the specific terror of my aversion to ejaculation rise in my deepest being. In my half-dream state I see images of the cruel training he used to teach me my terror of ejaculating without his express command. Some part of my remaining free mind wonders at the. “Do what you have to do. I'm just going to drink my tea." He looks around, realising too late that the tea is also out of reach on the desk. She makes a little bobbing movement - is it a curtsy? - and says in a low voice, "I'll get it for you." He lays back against the pillows, satisfied. It is not at all displeasing to have both a monstrous cock and a woman bringing you your tea in bed, he reflects. Every day should start like this. “Every day will start like this, when I am king,” he thinks..