?Tabby, do you want me to quit touching you??. Again, she shook her head no. ?Then pull your skirt up.? Luckily the fabric was soft and easily slid...up her thighs and I heard her gasp as her bottom hit the coolness of the leather covering the booth seat. ?From now on, that is how you are to sit when you are sit me.? Inching my fingers over the tops of Tabby’s stockings, I almost immediately feel dampness. ?Mmmmm, I think you are enjoying this.? I giggle to her. She blushes again,. I reach under my skirt and grip myself the way I gripped him. I shudder with pleasure, and with truth.This is what I love, because this is what I am for.I feel something strange then, a drip of something in the little parting. It’s warm, and he presses it in with his fingers. Spit, I realise. He has marked me as his.“To remember me by,” he whispers, barely able to speak.I look up at him with lust-crazed eyes and mock outrage.“Well,” I say, my voice thick because it’s harder to speak. “That does. I wait awhile beforefollowing him. As I make my way into my bedroom, a wonderful sightawaits me. My gimp son has strapped himself to the milking bench witheach of his arms and legs tied down to the legs of the bench. He restson his stomach with his chastity cage dangling over the edge with hisass exposed at about waist level. He also is wearing a black, latex maskwith built-in blindfolds. I approach the bench and fasten his remindingfree hand to the built-in restraints at the base of one of the. This finished after ten minutes or so, my mind was racing as I went back to my bed, and I managed to eventually drift off to sleep. The next morning was different, James and I were both attempting to act normally but it was clear that all that we had on our minds was what had happened the night before. The day passed, the same as any other school day, until we made our way back to our respective dorms that evening. After lights out, the room was quiet relatively quickly as everyone drifted off.