"Steven hadn't made a bed in his life. At least he didn't remember thelast time if he did make one. But he was going to make this bed everyday.Joann... had watched the entire incident. She didn't know what to think,her mom had certainly been very detailed. Mom told him stuff that even,she did not know. Joanne didn't know that her mom had rented a storageunit. She wondered what she kept in there. But it was getting late andit seemed that mom was going to show Steven every little thing in. Her previous experience of a partners orgasm usually involved them collapsing panting on top of her and then rolling off and falling asleep, whereas Suzi clearly wanted more and wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Come on, baby. You still owe me! Please…..I need it again….fingers, baby, fingers!” Suzi turned over onto her hands and knees, lowering her head until it rested on one arm, while the other hand guided Helen’s own between her legs. Moving back slightly Helen squatted down and. ’ urged Trisha, ‘He said not to remove the device.’ ‘Get a fucking clue! Fuck. There is no magic whore drug or whatever you are worrying about. This pervert just doesn’t want us ruining his little fetish game. So you girls can just play with your little sex toys all you want but I am outta here.’ Samantha began to pull at the mechanical bra, her fingers searching for a way to remove it but without success. Frustration began to get the better of her and she began to tug with more and more force. There is such a Marquis de Sade appeal to reducing a man to such a pathetic device… There is no fate which is more pathetic than this. To take away all of a mans dignity by transforming him into my full-time personal toilet… it’s a pleasure that can’t adequately be articulated in words. It’s a combination of dark fascination and possibly the most intensely erotic sensation I have ever experienced. In the world of BDSM, a toilet slave represents maximum contrast between inferiority and.