Then the chastity belts, iron belts padlocked closed, but with the key hanging from the front obviously out of our reach. A consequence of this was th...t we needed to beg permission to go to the toilet. & beg prettily.In between the last & the next weekend master had been away for a couple of days but when he returned unexpectedly he had caught me masturbating. I hadn’t been expressly forbidden to masturbate until then but I had been punished severely with the whip.The next weekend away he had. So, you can guess what I did.I began seeing a psychiatrist when I was 15 without my parent's knowledge. I was making enough working at the pharmacy to afford it and my other secret activities. When I turned 16, my parents decided that I was old enough to oversee things while they went on a vacation. They would be gone for 4-6 months and I would be responsible for anything that needed to be handled. Mostly signing papers and paychecks. They were nice enough to give me a raise, one on the books,. Now I could really give his cock the attention it deserved; no worry about someone coming into the bathroom! I licked that foreskin, and found his cock leaking a stream of precum. I slowly jacked the skin over the head and back, sticking my tongue to his cockslit to lick the cum. Then he held my head in place, and grabbed his cock. He told me to stick out my tongue hard, then he docked the skin over my tongue as I licked his head. What a feeling! He tasted so good, was so sexy to me, and. In fact, everywhere he could possibly want to go to, including the train to Central London (if he ever wanted to use it), could be reached on foot: even by someone as obese as him.Of course, nobody online knew that the witty and sparkling Wally Wanka was also the tall but also fat and flabby figure that could be seen walking along Forest Road with a fashionable beard (of an unfashionable scruffiness) and almost always munching on a sandwich or chocolate bar.His secret was secure.Or so he.