I’m encouraged to squeeze into a chastity that’s too small, by having my balls smacked with a spoon by a mean, difficult, princess. Miss Sandra and Miss Susan enter the room. I’ve been told to take off my clothes, except for my pink lacy panties and of course the cock cage (which I can’t remove - Susan has the keys).

I am a slave for Miss Amba. She is 22 and uses me for my wallet. I am 50 - we met online and she quickly got my measure. I’m allowed into the room after she and her Alpha boyfriend Mike - who I must call Master - have had intercourse. Amba won’t let me near her of course, she is showered, dressed in a short leather mini and crop top and ready for a loser funded shopping trip.