"That sounds like a good idea," I replied as I felt my pulse rate rising and the butterflies returning to my stomach.I led Natty up to my room and we ...issed again. She started pulling at my t-shirt and eventually pulled it off over my head. Then she kissed down my chest to my stomach and slowly slid my shorts down."I'll be right back," she said. Then she turned and left the room, leaving me standing there in just my white boxer shorts - a large and obvious tent sticking out at the front of. He’d grown thicker with the years and heavier, but he was still so Jack. He took another drag and then walked into the bathroom and she heard the butt hiss in the toilet. ‘I drink too much,’ she said, as if that was the reason for her crying, as if she could fool him. ‘I worry about it.’ He came in and sat on the edge of the bed near her but didn’t say anything. Peggy passed her knuckles under her eyes, looking for tears. ‘I drink a bottle of wine a day, most days. It’s the only way I can get. Once seated in a booth I order us a drink. I instruct you to touch your pussy under the coat. I want you to thanks the waitress for our drinks looking her in the eye while your hand strokes your moistening folds between your legs. I can hear the quaver in your voice. Open your coat some so your breasts are peaking out. Get noticed a bit, but keep it quiet. Cover back up. I'm going to put my hand on your pussy now and begin to stroke you. You are not to show your arousal. In fact you need to. It was, Jazz said, a malechastity cage. A cock cage, they called it. She noticed that I wasgetting constant erections as I dressed. This would stop that, she said.This would put my stimulation in her hands.?No..." I said. This was too much. This was too far. This was ? freedom.This was ? manhood. Now, Jazz was taking it all away from me. She wantedto be called mistress. She wanted me in maid's dresses. She wanted ?what else?Tears began to flow. I could not fight this. I wasn't strong enough.I.