“I didn’t mean to wake you.” “’S okay.” I rubbed my eyes. “What are you doing here?” “What are you talking about?” “The big figh... we had before you left. You know, where you said I’m making you boring and you were leaving.” “Oh, sweetie, I’m sorry.” She kicked off her other shoe and sat next to me. “I didn’t mean it. I was just upset that you didn’t feel like going with me. You know how I get. I just have a short fuse sometimes.” I made a non-committal sound and tried to steel myself. “That. The legs of the table are in a “V” so that my legs are wide open as I am strapped down. My buttocks rest on the edge of the table, allowing Mistress Angela complete access to my cock, balls and anus. There is a tube that can be attached to my cock and it runs to a container on the floor. Occasionally Mistress Angela will leave me bound on the table all day when she is out running errands, and the tube allows me to relieve my bladder in her absence. Mistress Angela designed and required this. When I saw that you had knocked yourself out to cook a nice dinner, what I really wanted to do was thank you and give you a big hug. But I'm afraid to do that so what came out instead was this rude, stupid comment about the cereal. As soon as it was out of my mouth, I was kicking myself for being such an asshole."Now, I was confused. "Why would you be afraid to hug me? We're brother and sister for pete's sake."He looked at his hands clasped in his lap and shook his head. His answer was barely. I can't remember the show but it was late on a Friday, one day in the mid 90's. I was watching T.V, well, flicking between some "erotic movie" on Channel 4 and some stand up comedy thing on ITV. As any healthy teen boy would, being the only one awake in the house, I had the volume low, so as not to disturb my family. I also had my cock out. Unsurprisingly I was rock hard. But what got me turned on and most excited of all was something Frank Skinner said in a joke. He was talking about young.