"Which one do you want, this one..." Jennifer held up the red one. "or this one?" She held up the black one.Betty looked at them both. "Why don't you ...hoose first?"Jennifer sighed. "You know why I don't."Betty smiled, her first admission that she was no longer in control. "I'll take the red one. Now you're going to put it on me."Jennifer shook her head. "Can't you put it on yourself? I really don't want to."Betty put her hand up. "That wasn't a choice." Fine. Hold still." Jennifer began to slip. .. It's like he's sexually insatiable and can't be denied!Who would believe that such a good boy needs to be sucked off so many times a day? It's really not fair to Suzanne. I should help her out, daily. It's only fair. Why should she get all the cum? I mean, uh, all the burden?But I can't. I can't! It's wrong! Sin. Evil! Hell, Hell, Hell! The burning flames of Hell! I have to STOP!My point is, Lord, I HAVE to resist, don't I? Is that why you made my period start early: so I would have to. Oh! That hurt! My cock was trying to swell up and this was no ordinary CB3000. My dear Wife/Mistress had ordered a custom made chastity device. The inside of the plastic tube was not smooth as usual but lined with a couple of dozen, super-glued in place, drawing pins. Sharp drawing pins!So now, as I knelt at her feet, naked apart from my special CB3000, there were tears in my eyes at the smarting pain as the pins reminded me of who and what I was. And who I belonged to.My Wife/Mistress was. I still thought about his long fingers brushing against my wrist – I’m sure he meant nothing of it, but every single time his skin brushed against mine, I couldn’t help but feel alive. That night, though, my mind started to wander further. I smiled at the thought of his messy, unkempt hair that made him look at least five years younger than he actually was. I imagined wrapping my hands around his waist and pulling his slender body against my own. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had.