Making and breaking of a cuckold – 16 Princess Sheridan rules

One hour later I was kneeling beside the pool, in my harness, at the ends of the recliners Mistress Gemma and Princess Sheridan lounged on nonchalantly in their bikinis. Princess spoke,

“So Gemma, we’ve fried his balls with electricity, squashed them in our hand till they popped, and kicked them so hard they ended up lodged behind his tonsils but this freak still continues to defy you. He obviously loves pain, particularly of the testicular variety. I think we need to dream up some more punishments that he won’t enjoy so much, don’t you?”

“Yes Sheridan. What do you think? Caning or whipping?”

“Or trampling in our stiletto heels with both of us walking over him together and ripping his flesh with the tips, especially his nipples?”

“Or, water torture by holding his head under water with our feet on the back of his head till he nearly drowns? Kinda like water-boarding”.

“How about we send him over to the neighbours dressed in his harness begging for a cup of sugar?”

“Haha, that’s a hilarious thought. Maybe he can volunteer to clean their toilet with his toothbrush and mow their lawn with scissors”.