Now that his face wasn't pantied any more, he hung pathetically andwatched as satin-gloved hands smoothed every inch of his panties aroundhis most del...cate places. He wailed and cried, all of which came out ashums and a flood of silent tears. He was panty frilled by the women foranother five minutes before the arrival of the two nannies, Enid andLucinda."Miss Hidebotham and Miss Forceman are waiting for you," said Enid as shebegan unfastening Lyndon Blonding from his panty frilling bed.. This, of course, was always rejected with great fury for a few days by the female prisoners in my facility, but within five days or so, the women, weakened greatly in their will and body, and realizing the they would have to eat the semen to survive, one by one gave in and accepted the inevitable. I would never, of course, allow their starvation to a dangerous level...but they had no idea of this and were convinced otherwise.My capable female staff were quite efficient at their collection. .. But...."We didn't do anything together last night..." he whispered. "You...something in my drink...." He had tried to hold her, try to push heronto the bed. She had pushed him instead, tilting his bulky body ontothe mattress. "You put something in my drink."Miranda laughed, placing another kiss on his cheek. "It's calledalcohol. A lot of it, actually - but I really couldn't take any risks ofyou getting it up. You're just not my type, yet..."This kiss was on his stomach, her fingers gripping. The twins were nice but they were so inexperienced and unrefined. It was much more like an athletic event than an intimate act. With Jane, however, it was tender love making. Even though she was still treated like a slave by her aunt, she felt like a most prized possession.Jane did inflict pain on her from time to time but she always seemed to do it in a loving and erotic way. Nipple clamps, whips, paddles, floggers and crops were all introduced to her body. Hot wax, electricity and ice also.