For those who don’t know me, I am Zamim 26 years old, slightly chubby. Basically from Chennai, but now living in Bangalore.My stories are usually lo...g, as I don’t like to go directly into the story. I will usually narrate how everything happened. So pardon me for that. So let’s get to the story. I was married and lived happily with my wife. We used to have a maid, who comes every morning for doing housework. I didn’t notice her much as my wife would always be around and I don’t want to create. As soon as I step inside, like a good boi, I strip down completely naked for my mistress to admire. As you are looking over my body, I get on all fours, grab the collar and leash that you having sitting on the floor next to the door and put it around my neck. Next, I grab the collar for my cock and balls and put those on as well and attach the leash to both my neck and balls. From there, I sit on the floor waiting for your next instructions.You grab a blind fold and cover my eyes and order. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but big things were afoot.I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next-door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 DB louder than it needed to be.Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter. “Captain, please stand next to the Sheriff,” the commander ordered with a wave of her rifle.“Good. Now give me your right hand, palm up,” she unscrewed the tube’s cap and applied a generous amount of the instant adhesive to the palm of the man’s shivering hand. Wrap your fingers around Mister Fitzwater’s penis and hold him as tight as you can.”The Sheriff grimaced and moaned in pain as the tearful Captain tightly squeezed his boss’s shriveled shaft.“Okay, you’re next. Let me see your hand,”.