Making and breaking of a cuckold – 20 The interrogation

I was dragged along by my leash and paraded in front of Christy and Mark, ordered to wiggle my arse then cock my leg like a dog and pretend to take a piss, then ordered to kneel at the ends of their recliners, at their feet. To say it was a source of great amusement to them would be an understatement.

I felt deflated as I looked at them, so young and beautiful with their superb physiques all proudly on display as they lounged in their swimming costumes, while I was fat and old and ugly … and defeated, not by my Mistress or Master this time, but by a proxy.

It was so unfair; I hated being locked up again knowing my balls would be fried regularly by my Dominants both for their own amusement and to punish me at their whim. And, worst of all, God only knows how long it will be to my next orgasm, if ever.

Why couldn’t Mistress Gemma just have given me a thumbs up then put me back to work for them all?

Miss Christy spoke, “So tell me Sheridan, was it a thumbs up or a thumbs down? I need to know”.