”“Can’t you find a happy medium?” I asked.“I can but do you remember telling me what happened when you came home from the hospital?”“I d..., but that was because it wasn’t tucked in properly.”“Because you can’t tuck it in properly, your father didn’t manage it so I’m sure that I can’t”“Can we go back for a proper, bigger blanket?”“No, you’re just going to have to live with it.”I didn’t reply because half of me wanted to be covered and half, my pussy, didn’t.Trisha kept pushing me with my little. "You're a brave lady to have come this far."Her wan smile is reassuring. "What now?" she asks."Would you do us a favor and lube me up good?" I suggest, handing her the bottle of lube.She takes the bottle and slowly sinks to her knees. The crown of my hot throbbing cock is just about her eye level. She pops open the top of the lube bottle and squirts some on the palm of her hand. Putting the bottle down, she rubs her palms together and reaches for the shaft of my manhood. Her hands close around. "This isn't about sex. This is about trust. I trusted you. You decided to be selfish and shit on it." I didn't..."I cut her off, raising my voice this time."You did! You tell me it's something you always wanted to try but you never asked me about it. You didn't consider how it would make me feel, like a normal person in a goddamned relationship would!" I wasn't trying to hurt you," She reached out and tried to take my hand again. I let her this time."You know... If you had tried to talk to me. I tried to scream, the ball gag only allowed a moan. The sides of my cock and balls were red as she smiled. Saying, “Such a delightful slave you are turning out to be.” As the bidding began Mistress Dee, encouraged her guests with assurances, they would have their purchase to themselves for the time allotted in accordance with their bid. I was not paying much attention to the actual bidding as standing upright without having my cock torn from my body was my greatest concern. After a while,.