While they prepared for a night on the town, I pretended to get ready for bed: washing my face, brushing my teeth, getting into pyjamas. It was 12:30 ...y the time they left and I was finally alone. In a flurry, I got changed for the club, ran out the front door, and hailed a taxi. I was nervous. This was it. I was driving to a gay bar. All those days spent reading lesbian websites, all those hours pining for Kristen Stewart and listening to Tegan and Sara – that was all just in my head. No one. Ruth said sternly, “What should happen to your clothes Amanda?” I closed my eyes and said as sincerely as I could, “I must put them straight away Miss Atkins and not leave them on the floor.” “Very good Amanda. That’s so simple, and if you had done that the first time then I wouldn’t have to teach you this lesson, would I Amanda?” I opened my eyes and looked at Ruth’s bare calf knowing when it tensed she will be about to spank me with the paddle. “No Miss Atkins, sorry Miss Atkins.” As I said. My lund was cover with full skin. She said she want to switch on the tube light to see my lung properly. As it was hard erect she started pushing skin of lund back. I was getting pain but also excitement.She pushed skin little harder and I moaned oooooh. She whispered “mera Dewar abhi pure hai” and pushed skin once again. This resulted in white liquid coming out her hand was full of my sperm. She drank it and utters world so tasty. We saw the watch. It was clocking 2:00PM. She needed to go and. I took it, hands trembling, managed to sign for it and opened it, removing the contents: a small keyless lock and a note, it’s simple message ‘Tonight’.Miss Jennifer had established my inability to refrain from wanking and had decided that chastity was the only option. I’d purchased a suitable device and had been practicing with it over the last few weeks, but tonight would be different, for the little lock was one controlled by an app. She would generate a password, when entered the lock would.