" The tone of her voice made it clear that it wouldn't be a good idea to insist.Helen gave me a chance to find out for myself what it's like to be ben... over the caning horse. In my case, the cane whizzed right through and hit my bottom with full force - and it wasn't a pleasant sensation.But this was nothing in comparison with the suffering I had to endure while I was chained to the wall with my balls trapped in Helen's devilish device. There were times when I felt like a cock with a body. I looped a finger under the edge of her t-back and pulled them down. She quickly stripped them off and bit down on her lower lip as she pressed herself up against me. We kissed, passionately and deeply.She turned and faced the golf course window view, giving me a perfect view of her shaved and very pink vagina as she spread her legs in front of me, leaning forward and placing her hands on the arm rests of my office chair.“Fuck me,” she pleaded once again.I slipped my cock up against her bare. And I know you like this outfit."Of course I did. I'd bought those vintage stockings for her two years ago and begged her to wear them, but aside from one occasion in a hotel room in Las Vegas they may as well have not even existed."So, are you gonna help me out, here, lover, or am I going to have to do it myself?" She covered her other breast with her own hand, and I could feel her moving her other hand towards her cunt.I was stunned. And mostly spent; but despite my earlier activities the. But I felt honored that he was willing to feel as I felt – as I have felt for eons. He came and dwelt in the limbo where I have so oft been, and felt the pain – the agony of it – with me. The energies were too strong to allow much sleep, and when dawn light began to creep into the room, we got into a warm tub. He held me from behind in his lap, and I was a child, nurtured and cared for. He made me breakfast, and we went shopping for the last of my Christmas gifts for my girls. Later, wrapping.