"It hurt just to say that but what could I do?The handling of little Henry went back to the gentle form again - butdidn't stop."Your Mistress has said...that you require this treatment at least threetimes a day. Exactly how it is delivered will depend upon your progress.If you do well then this is what you can expect."Oh Joy! Little Henry straining in his cage with no hope ever of relief,the rivet seeing to that."But if things go badly or if you don't do as you are told immediately..."I squealed. She was not giving in, instead, she hit me on the chest and tried to push me away. But then, she gave in and pulled my hair and started kissing back. We kissed for 15 minutes and I had a very hard on in my pants.She then hugged me and thanked for the kiss. I made her sit in my lap facing me, pulled her hair and started kissing her wet neck. (She was sweating. This made me wilder and I kissed all over her neck wildly). She was seating on my thighs and thus my dick was rising like anything.She. Either that or the anticipation of what she was about to do.She became oblivious to me in the room, which was fine because I just wanted to watch. As she stood with her back to the bed she guided her conquest in front of her as she said, “It’s cold in here, we better get out of these wet suits”, as she remover her top, tossing it to the floor and in a flash she went down on her knees, grabbing his trunks and pulling them down in one swift motion.I knew he was hung, but I had no idea. Soft he. ”“I’m coming,” Carl squeaked. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His wide blue eyes, framed by gorgeous dark lashes, had a look of unmistakable fear, but he was still completely beautiful: his cute button nose, delicate bone structure, pouty pink collagen-plumped lips, a cascade of bleached blonde hair, chandelier earrings that sparkled with every slight turn of his slender neck...He searched desperately for some trace of his old self, of Carl, but saw only ‘Candi’. If he was going to.