Recaptured after my failed escape attempt, Cassie took measures to ensure I was kept in a sufficiently docile state so as not to make another attempt. Her technique was devious and extremely effective. By the end of the day, I’d be left with the libido of a little boy – not at all the dominant alpha male I once was.
It began each hour with a strong dose of Viagra. Hands cuffed tightly to an overhead beam, an elastic ring on the base of my manhood helped to keep my shaft erect – while a vibrator tucked behind kept the silky fabric of my g-string pulsing ever so gently. Between the two devices, I was constantly aroused and unable to reduce my obscenely rigid and vulnerable erection.
These measures did of course require some maintenance by her two assistants, and they learned the signs quickly – smiling seductively as they walked towards me, knowing I was once again due for a change of “clothing”.
It always began with rolling waves of pleasure, which would eventually become overwhelming, forcing a tortured “Uhhhh”from my lips. This was followed immediately by an uncontrollable gasp – and then my shoulders sagging with relief, a clear indication that the “measures” had tipped me over the edge…….. and that I’d just released another seminal load into the front of my tight little thong.