Secretary," was how I answered his call."Mr. Vice President. We are in full crisis mode around here, as you might imagine. The President is perfectly ...afe, but you are at great risk, and we MUST move you to a safer location."Are you ready to be extracted, Sir?"This had to stop."Mr. Secretary. I do not hold you or your department responsible for keeping me 'perfectly safe.' I am perfectly aware that we live in uncertain times, but I will not be managed by a bunch of ragged, psychopaths, out of. Same effect. Then Alessa. Then Steph. The boy whimpered. He started to shiver.The women traded mean smiles.And then they all went at once. Poking at the cock with the electrodes, as he squealed in his hoarse voice and struggled involuntarily. The started with the shaft, slowly, touch by touch, moving up until they reached the head. Then all five electrodes circled the glans. The cock twitching and swelling against the pain.They paused, savoring the sight of him. Panting, shaking. Moaning as if. Small things, but I did derive some pleasure. The next step was to try the contact sites. My details attracted a few replies, but nothing seemed quite right. Perhaps true dominants had no need of contact sites. I despaired of ever finding Mr Right. Then one evening, an email. It was different, in that there was no attempt to ingratiate, no please contact me, no promise of bondage and sex, no "what a wonderful guy I am". In fact he dared me. "You talk big, can you really handle it? I don't. I felt really manly and wanted mom to check which I did catch her doing from time to time. Things escalated as I was trying to see mom's pussy more and more and then going to my room and jacking off. I even got mom to catch me a time or two as I was jacking off. One day, dad and sister were gone for the day and mom was in the shower. I walked into her bathroom several times and pulled open the curtain to ask her stupid questions. And then when she got out I went her room and caught her.