Your feet now onto the floor. I kept you there, facing away from me; my touch, holding you there, was a specific understanding. I walked over to the d...esser and opened several drawers---followed by the opening of your closet. A long pause there. I returned to you, my body now pressed up against you, deliberately on my account. Your thighs were pushed against the mattress, it being level with your hips. There was a sudden rush of breathlessness from you as I did that. “I’ve been wanting you all. “I’m sure Marlon is gonna want pussy while I’m gone. Are you going to be okay with that.”“Yes, ma'am.”“Are you gonna go see him if he wants you to.”“Yes.”“And do what you’re told?”“Yes.”“No matter what he wants?”“Yes.”“Are you my PussyBoy?”“Yes.”“And what does that mean, sweetie?”“That you are my queen. That I serve you. And do what I’m told.”“Good boy.”By that time, my dildo was knotted up deep inside him. And we were joined.“Do you remember the first time I fucked you with this dildo, and how. " I unclip my sex and run into the office. Missy isn't my real name, it's the name that he named me, He said he knew of a stupid bitch in school by that name, that he hated, it was my new name that he could bully me around. His office was plush, his office imported wood, his chair, plush Italian leather, that I knew I should never sat. But I do have to lick clean each evening before I leave and then polish it. "Show Mr. Jones out, give him your cell phone #." I walk Mr. Jones out, as Mr. Jones. Within minutes I was in the throes of intense sexual arousal...and when the nurses and guards came to take me to a treatment room...I shuddered with lust and my cock was rock hard, totally beyond my control. I lost it and pulled back when they tried to get me up, and gripped the bedframe tightly and wouldn't let go, but soon one of the guards brandished a taser and threatened to shock me if I did't go with them.I let them pull me up and put me in the wheelchair...and once my arms were strapped.