Sometimes up to 2 months. I have on occasion had to beg to be unlockedjust so i could get my waxing done. She has always approved it becauseshe knows...it lasts longer and she can keep me locked longer.I still love to serve My Lady and her girl when i am allowed and theyoften enjoy caning and torturing me until i am begging or crying forthem to stop.Last year they tortured my sissy clitty until it was so sore i couldnteven touch it without it hurting. She Said she could stop it formhurting if i. The tension was palpable. I felt the flush in my cheeks, and the coy smile that turned up the corners of Bree’s mouth only made it worse. Unable to take it any longer, I leaned in, slowly, closing the maybe six inches between us to about three. Bree’s breath hitched, but she didn’t pull back at all. She kept her big brown eyes locked on mine, waiting for me to keep going. I moved in another inch or so and Bree tilted her head up to meet me, her eyes closing as her soft pink lips parted. It was. "Now my little slut, you'll see what happens to bad little girls!"With that he opened another valve and let the fluid begin to flow into her cute young upturned ass."Oh nooooooo!!" she cried, but the hot liquid had already begun its relentless journey into her, filling her. She began to feel the pressure build, and FAST. Her tummy was becoming obscenely distended as the thick fluid forced its way into every nook and cranny of her firm tummy.She was openly sobbing now, begging for him to stop. “Obviously. Looks like the traffic is breaking up. There was a bus stalled blocking a lane and a half down the block, they were getting it towed away when I saw you drive up.”As we were only forty-five minutes stuck in the downtown rush hour, some commuters would say we were lucky. But the campus and the Frat Houses were still another twenty minutes away even on empty roads. The sun was sinking further, pale pink colors showed in the few puffy clouds in the sky. We had to hurry.“You’re going to.