An erection would not be possible, which also eliminated any prospects of masturbation.Veronica affixed a small steel padlock which secured the two �...jaws’ together, “There we are, all done.”“Do I really have to wear this thing?” Colin asked, looking down at his encased penis. He imagined a terrible discomfort if he ever grew aroused within the wicked device.“It’s the only way I’ll know you haven’t been jerking off when I’m not around.” Veronica rose from where she knelt between Colin’s legs.. ..they're both very wide and also very soft and they're also only a couple of inches higher than the seat cushion. That's what makes this a fucking chair. I sit down on it and then you straddle me, face to face, by resting your knees on the two arms."Then he sat and he told me to do exactly that. I got both my knees on the two arms and my ass was only an inch or so above his body. "Oh, now I get it. Now I know why you call this a fucking chair. Because it's designed for someone to ride a big. It brought on a powerful hormonal rush that mademe almost forget where I was for a few moments and I felt the room spin afew times before they passed.When I was done and had finally got Kate off, I had to kneel on the floorfor a few minutes before I could get the strength to lift myself up.Later Kate and I had some yogurt and wine for dinner and went to bed,already beginning to feel the hormones Tracie had injected in us. Theywere exhilarating but at the same time a bit exhausting and we both. He pulled the end of the length of rope out and tossed it toward the middle of the bed. Then with both hands he pulled her off of the side of the bed into a standing position and led her to the foot of the bed. Again he forced her face down onto the bed and then reached to the rope. Quickly he looped the rope around the satin tie, then climbing over her he pull up towards the headboard and secured it in place. Satisfied that her hands are now secured above her head he rolled off the side of.