I explained to him about my expectations for every level of slave that serves me. I asked him many questions and in turn communicated what I wanted an... would demand of him. I talked for quite a while, I analyzed him deeply. I took on a corporal tone that I could tell was giving him mild seizures as he was breathing like a freight train. No, he wasn't masturbating. He's impotent and hasn't been able to gain an erection in ten years. We discussed this to great detail, as I am very intelligent and. One head had large fangs that were biting and twisting atthe maiden's shoulder. The second was laughing insanely at her embarrassinglack of cover. And the last head seemed to be revelling in power and control,as it grasped in its teeth the chains around her wrist, pulling her mightilytowards it, pulling her inward. She was impaled on his massive member. Butdespite the strangely perfect detail of her face, I couldn't quite ascertainwhether she was in absolute torment or within the throws of. I began shaking with excitement as he unbuttoned the fly on his jeans and let them fall to his ankles. I was so excited my mouth hung open as he pulled his underpants down and his penis came into view. The purple tip was poking out of his floppy foreskin and it reminded me of a King Size Greggs sausage roll. “It’s only fair you can see mine if I’ve seen yours.” He chuckled as he wrapped my panties around it and began tugging at the shaft to make it even stiffer….if that was possible. . “Wuh wuh why?” she said, and I could tell she was crying. I only hoped they were not tears of sadness. “I th-th-th-think you know why.” Ah, my stutter again. She looked up at hearing it, her eyes glisten- ing. I still could not tell what her tears meant. “Maybe,” she said. “I g-g-guess so.” I took her hand, and she did not pull away. When I stood, pulling her gently, she followed. We walked around the gym, to the horticulture projects,.