An Afternoon Tea

JINGLE JINGLE

"Hah! And I just love your pretty hairdo and pale pink outfit, Darling... and your bells!" she says as she playfully flicks the bells attached to my nipple rings, then steps back and continues walking around me as if sizing up a horse at auction.

I find myself straining to see the full affect of her beautiful light yellow outfit, from the tips of her sexy five-inch ankle-strap platform heels all the way up to the pretty little silk pillbox hat perched and secured to her luxurious red hair piled on top of her head. She looks so alluring, so confident, so in control. Yikes! I suddenly shiver in fright, realizing once again that I am putty in her pretty hands. Her full taffeta skirt and voluminous petticoats rustle, sending shivers up my spine. I can even feel the nerves in my bottom tingling, as if receiving a light shock.

" Mmmttttthhhhtttttwwwwtttthhhhh... ppppthhhllllzzzzz!!"

"What's that my pet? You know I can't understand a word you're saying with your pretty steel cock gag locked in that pretty mouth of yours," she says, pretending distress with my unintelligible speech. I suck my cock gag uncontrollably, like a baby sucking on a dummy. A plastic tube, connected to the IV bag hanging overhead, runs through the base (which is fashioned after my own balls) feeding me a constant stream of herbs and other nutrients that have the affect of giving me a (nearly) permanently erection - for her pleasure, of course.

She stops in front of me again, smiling. I can't help but admire her pretty hour glass figure, achieved in part by the beautiful pale-yellow satin corset, so feminine with its decorative fringe of white lace around the top and bottom - an exact duplicate of the baby pink one I have been laced into by Fifi. Miss Debra has a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. I quiver. The few flirtatious red ringlets hanging down from her pretty hairdo hypnotize me as they brush her soft, smooth cheeks. Her face comes toward mine as if for a sensual kiss. I close my eyes in anticipation.