Making and breaking of a cuckold – 19 The bar B que two

We arrived there and once again she placed my face under her feet. “Will you do anything I say faggot?”

“Yes Your Majesty”.

“Good, I want you to put your CB6000 tube and your DreamLover back on for me. They’re in the top drawer”. This was a line in the sand. I really badly needed to cum and was happy to then resume my normal slave duties and even accept punishment for my defiance but I didn’t want to go back into that fucking contraption again.

“Please Your Majesty, if only you would let me cum first”.

“Who owns your balls cuckold?”

“You and your family do Your Majesty”.

“Well, I want my balls locked up again, and I want them full of spunk so I know you’ll be an obedient little peepee. Do as you’re told like a good cuckold slave”.

Dammit. I hated myself for my weakness but I found myself almost involuntarily crawling over to the drawer and removing the items.

Then I heard her voice again; it was like I was hypnotized and had no will to resist.

“That’s the boy. Slip your little pecker and ball sac in and click the padlock shut. Then you can crawl over and hand me the key. Good boy. Now, let’s see if the batteries are still working, shall we?”