How can one man be so dense that he can’t see that my eyes are glazed, my mind, now nearly full of stuff that I may never need has begun to turn to ...ush. I have just become a receptacle for his useless, endless chatter. I am so far beyond caring what is streamed into head that I now make no effort to take in and process all of the facts that are being introduced against my will into my subconscious and conscious mind. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’.. I am bent over my keyboard, when a sudden silence causes me to look up. All eyes in the room beyond are turned toward the entrance, which I can't see from my desk. Next, I hear slow measured taps of heels on hardwood. A large grin spreads across my face as I check my watch. Yep, it's time! I hear the taps getting louder until your standing in front of my open office door. My eyes run approvingly over your figure as I get up to greet you.You lean against the doorjamb in your new dress. It is a. “You mean that you haven’t had a good dicking for a couple of days?”Her eyes blazed; well, flashed for a moment. I was now sufficiently housetrained after living with three females for two years a) to actually spot the warning sign, and b) to realise that I’d crossed a line somewhere, and c) to backpedal as soon as I can.Even as a man, I recognised the fact that she too was a little uncertain about our encounter; the gap of two months since we had last been together had unsettled her as. Correct ! A finger entered me being thrust in to it's limit with a probing search. Then another finger was inserted. On withdrawal I felt that was an investigative probe and soon felt an anal plug entering me. It was quite big stretching the hole and latching neatly in place. I was told to stand upright and ankle and leg cuffs were strapped on. Then a collar and lead. I thought that was it but no, he then attached two electrodes to either side of my balls and wrapped them in elastoplast to keep.