She sat down and I padded over and stopped in front of them, still panting. I yelled as she lashed me and stumbled around on all fours trying desperately not to fall. She was my world….my only world. “Tell me what you want me to say Jim.”
I was becoming very uncomfortable now and looked at her plaintively, trying to convey to her that I was trying very hard to please her but that her meaning was escaping me now. When an entranced slave was suddenly brought to full consciousness, while in a completely bound and obedient state, during a particularly humiliating or disgusting act, the mortification they felt was severe and profound. I was becoming winded now, but desperately continued my shameful trek around the floor. My dick was already becoming hard, and I had to do a bit of mental blocking to keep it from becoming obvious to the crowd of patients. All this was very real to Jim at the moment, but once the session was over, he would remember nothing.
