The Bench

He had no idea how long he had been lying there, the music had stopped long ago and a familiar ache was setting into his muscles.

His erection had subsided now but had been in full force earlier as Mistress strapped his body tightly to the narrow padded bench. As usual it was a silent process, he is forbidden to utter a sound after entering the room. He lay down on the bench. First of all his ankles then his calves, thighs, hips, wrists, waist, chest and biceps were all fastened down with heavy leather straps that she buckled firmly, one after the other. She took a length of rubber thonging and wrapped it around the base of his scrotum - a simple device for her own convenience but this would be used much later. He could barely flex his fingers in their leather mittens and nothing else from his neck down could move more than a few millimetres.

He was allowed a little more freedom with his head but this too was encased in a leather helmet that was fixed to the top and each side of the bench. Today she had chosen to add earplugs, blindfold and a gag. Sounds were muted somewhat by the earplugs as she efficiently snapped the blindfold in place and picked up the breath-through inflatable gag.

"Open." she demanded before plugging his mouth with the rubber bulb.

The gag was mounted on a mouth-cover and, as she fixed it to the helmet by its four sturdy clips, he knew that this would be her final attention for some hours. Almost immediately he felt his mouth filling as Mistress quickly pumped in the air to prevent meaningful communication. She spread a thick rubber sheet over his body, started the CD player and then she was gone.

Those events seemed like ages ago. His jaw was aching too but he was breathing gently through mouth and nose - for now anyway. His balls felt tight but his penis was relatively free, being held down only by the weight of the rubber sheet - it felt most unusual for his penis to be able to thicken and move without constriction. Occasionally he thought he heard the low rumble of a door closing somewhere in the house but he had no real knowledge of her movements. Sometimes Mistress would browse the Internet, read, cook, watch TV or phone her friends - leaving him unattended and waiting in anticipation for hours on end. He has just the one option - to lie there in strict bondage with his nostrils full of the smell of rubber and leather and his mind full of excitement and fear, because he knows there is nothing he can do to stop the session or to protect himself from the torment to come.

Then he felt the draught.

She was back in the room to begin her own preparations for the evening. Another album started up, playing louder this time, and he knew he had less than an hour of this relative comfort to enjoy. Further breezes followed together with the dull sound of cupboards opening and closing and items being set out, then there was just the music again. A few minutes later he caught a faint whiff of bath oils and imagined her naked body soaking in the hot water. How he wished it were his hands soaping her firm and slender body, then drying and powdering her before assisting with her costume. What would it be tonight - the new rubber cat suit, the tight bodice with cut-outs for her ample breasts or the long-flowing evening dress? Her rubber wardrobe was extensive; of course by now she would have chosen her outfit for the session but it would be a long time before he would be permitted to see it. She had a habit of taking her time in getting ready, a perfectionist in appearance and the results were always stunning.

His mouth was dry and he was feeling slightly weak from hunger; as a safety measure he is not allowed any food during the day if he is to be gagged later on. Just as the music was coming to an end he sensed another draught that sent a chill through every nerve - the session was about to begin. He could smell the matches as she lit some candles, then the CD was changed yet again and he recognised one of her favourite pieces of scene music. As he felt the rubber sheet slowly being drawn away he recognised also her distinct perfume and a delicious feeling of helplessness and apprehension overcame him. Straining to hear some clue as to his fate and trembling in his bonds, he was shocked into the reality of his bondage by a sharp blow to his balls. Mistress had a special lightweight paddle for this, slightly padded but capable of delivering a clout which would bring any man to his knees.

He kept as quiet as his reactions would allow and tried to brace himself for the next whack but it was futile - he had absolutely no way to ease his distress. Mistress held his penis out of the way and began the assault on his taut scrotum in earnest. It is just about possible to prepare for the blows when they are delivered slowly and in time but Mistress is wise to this. She started quite gently but alternated the pace and changed the weight of the impact to maximum effect. Within a minute he could not stop himself from crying out but, of course, this was stifled to a moan by the effective gag.

"Be quiet, there's a lot more to come." Mistress advised, squeezing the pump to his gag until he could feel his eyes bulging.

But it was impossible to be quiet. Sweating and straining against every strap that held him down he wanted to beg for mercy but all he could manage was a grunt as each blow sent a jolt through his torso. It was relentless but eventually she stopped and he felt something cold being pressed onto his chest. She leaned down and spoke very close to his ear.

"Hmm. We are getting excited aren't we? Is it because you know how helpless you are right now and that you have no choice but to take whatever I want to dish out? I'll give you plenty to remember this evening, slave. How does it feel to be at my mercy, knowing that there are so many miseries to come but being defenceless against them - hmm?

The gag obstructed any proper reply other than a grunt of acknowledgement. This was very important though; he had learned long ago that he should remain polite even when he was suffering to breaking point. Mistress took hold of his penis and began pumping it delicately. She knew exactly how to bring him to the brink of ejaculation and then calm it immediately with a little pressure near the top. She interrupted her stroke to remove his right mitten then pressed her crotch against his hand. He knew what this meant - she wanted some attention for herself. The little movement afforded to his hand enabled him to caress her inner thighs where he could feel a short close-fitting skirt or dress, suspenders and stockings - all in smooth rubber. Above was nothing but silky soft flesh, the product of recent expensive laser treatment. The angle permitted only a knuckle to probe her innermost folds and he began a steady massage. Mistress was already surprisingly wet and the ring in her hood piercing helped him to locate her growing bud. Over and over he feared he would come and earn her displeasure but Mistress worked his penis expertly while also enjoying the kneading under her dress. After a few minutes she shook with a climax before calmly refitting his mitten.

"As your penis is free a little development would be in order, don't you think?" she suggested.

He felt a cylinder being slipped over his erect member and seated snugly at the bottom. At around eight inches Mistress had no complaints about the length of slave's penis but she had bought some vacuum pumping gear to thicken him up a little. In fact she had also purchased a much smaller cylinder and had commenced her own programme of pumping - after two months her clitoris had almost doubled in size. She squeezed the hand-pump and watched in fascination as the contents of the Perspex tube began to swell. When satisfied that he was at maximum stretch, Mistress disconnected the pump and tubing and let the self-sealing valve on the cylinder take effect. He felt massively engorged with his artificial erection and knew that it would remain in place for as long as he was lying face-up.

She walked up and down the bench rolling a pinwheel over exposed skin. He could still see nothing but felt the prickly tool all over - it was especially painful on his scrotum. Then she began drawing her long nails over him and digging them into his nipples, it was uncomfortable but there was probably much worse to come. At last Mistress deflated and removed his gag.

"Thank you Mistress." he said nervously and began licking his lips to moisten the dryness.

"I expect you are a little thirsty by now - you'll need a drink." Mistress said in a matter of fact way.

The gag was soon replaced with another mouthpiece supporting a short length of tube and a funnel. The stiff tube protruded about an inch into his mouth while the funnel was plugged directly into the other side. To prevent any unintentional movement, Mistress tightened the three straps from his helmet to the bench so that his head was now held rigidly in place. Satisfied that all was stable, Mistress picked up a full one-litre jug from the nearby table and began pouring liquid into the funnel. It would have been quite easy for him to place his tongue over the end of the tube and stop the flow, he had tried this once before in an hopeless attempt to defy Mistress but she had simply grasped him by the balls and squeezed them hard until he relented. The fluid was unusually cold but he started swallowing fast.

"There's quite a lot for you to drink tonight my slave." she said. "You see I have been saving my urine for you all day today, gradually filling this jug which I've kept in the fridge, I do hope you are grateful. Drink it faster now or you'll be punished for any spillage."

It was all he could do to keep up. This was new territory - he had never been given much more than a cupful of Mistress's urine in the past. She continued to pour about half the contents then set the jug down, listening to his pathetic thanks from under the mask.

On the floor, below the head of the bench was a small platform onto which Mistress climbed, from here she could stand over him or squat on his face quite comfortably. Again she started with the pinwheel and could see beads of perspiration gathering as she tortured his nipples and chest. The torment continued with a pair of nipple clamps that Mistress attached slowly and deliberately. She run her hands up to his neck and face then quickly unclipped the mouth cover and funnel.

"You can lick my arse now slave while you reflect on your position these-days." He knew exactly what she was alluding to and how dependent he was on her goodwill.

She lowered her bottom to his face to complete his degradation and he began kissing, licking and probing her anus as he had been trained. This simple act always encourages the dominatrix in her while also serving to reinforce her authority. At one point she felt him ease off slightly and rewarded him with a debilitating whack on his balls. Eventually she lifted herself to change the point of contact.

"Make it a good one slave and you may escape the bullwhip." she lied as she offered her sex lips to his waiting mouth.

With his head fastened down tightly it was not easy for him to access her clitoris and she was riding him at the same time. Her wet lips enveloped his nose and breathing soon became difficult. Mistress's rocking and moaning accompanied his gasping and furious licking then she started to tug at the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Her juices were flowing profusely and caused him to swallow a great deal. Finally as she shuddered with enjoyment she ripped off the clamps and smothered his violent reaction by relaxing fully onto his face, sealing off his air supply completely. She remained still for thirty seconds - any longer and he would have passed out. Mistress climbed off and replaced the funnel in his mouth while his chest was still heaving.

"Just a little more to wash down my juices." she said as she picked up the jug again.

This time she carried on pouring very slowly until the very last drop was swallowed. By now he had regained his breath and was calm once more. Mistress removed the funnel and fitted a knob gag in its place; she always kept him gagged throughout the sessions, after all, he had no need to speak - the dialogue was entirely one-way.

He lay still trying to hear what was going on and desperate to view her outfit but unable to see, speak or do anything about his predicament, when suddenly she spoke.

"Time for your penance, slave - to remind you of the pain I experienced when I had my nipple rings fitted."

Even Mistresses suffer pain and she would never let him forget what it was like for her; most sessions now involved a re-enactment of her piercings in which he played the subject. Some months ago and completely without his knowledge, Mistress had purchased a large pack of piercing needles; most of their kinky equipment is purchased after some discussion but not in this case. The first time she used them it had come as a complete shock and it was an aspect of their play that he would never willingly accept, however, his preferences do not figure on Mistress's agenda and he knows that it is all or nothing.

She flicked at a nipple with her strong fingernails until it was erect and quickly wiped it with a sterile pad. With a well-practised action Mistress grasped the little protrusion with a pair of scissor-like clamps then slowly punctured his flesh. He hissed with pain and shook uncontrollably while the 21-gauge needle slowly lanced his sore skin and gradually found its way out of the other side. If it were not for the bondage he would have been thrashing about wildly but the leather straps held him firm and vulnerable.

"You seemed to enjoy that one, slave. Your lucky day then that I shall be keeping things nice and symmetrical." Mistress remarked, fully enjoying his misery.

Although he thought he could never bear it there was no choice but to endure the procedure as it was repeated on his right nipple. It was excruciatingly painful and he groaned loudly, praying for the session to end there and then.

"Don't forget why you are here, slave - to suffer until I tire of causing you pain." she snapped.

He was entertaining her cruellest desires and she had plenty of time and imagination to satisfy her needs. Trickles of blood started to flow, fuelling her eroticism and sadism that she would appease later with a severe flogging. His balls were looking a little swollen from their beating so she unwound the rubber thong to let his scrotum return to near normal. A quick dab here and there with the sterile wipe preceded the insertion of three more devilishly sharp needles though his ball-sack while Mistress felt her subject shake violently. She stood back to admire her handiwork.

"There, I think that will serve as a suitable reminder for this evening. Perhaps next time I'll fit a small ring somewhere, would you like that, slave?" she asked.

She could barely distinguish his grunt of acknowledgement among the other noises emanating from beneath the knob gag and reprimanded him accordingly.

"I just asked you a question, slave." Mistress thundered, striking him across his thighs with a crop.

He thought his world was at an end. The blow added to the distress of the piercings and it was so unfair - he had done his best to answer. Somehow he managed to regain his composure and utter a noise to satisfy her.

Mistress, on the other hand, was enjoying herself hugely. He had been strapped to the bench and blindfolded for over four hours and had no clue as to how much longer he would remain there. (One time she had tormented him, much as today, then loosened each strap just enough to ensure adequate blood-flow and left him to contemplate their session overnight. The following morning he had to be physically assisted from the bench to a warm bath and took a full day to recover). By now his head and neck would be suffering terribly in their leather prison and he had still not enjoyed the vision that tonight he is calling "Mistress". The blood had stopped seeping from his tiny wounds but had not yet dried and his penis was huge in its transparent vessel. She tasted his blood directly from his chest and slid her hand between her legs.

"Just a little more torture" Mistress thought to herself " then I can exercise my arm properly."

She fetched one of the many candles and held it a few inches above his thigh. As she tilted the candle, hot wax dripped directly onto the weal raised by the crop. He flinched and groaned in vain as the wax burned his inflamed skin. Mistress repeated the process on his other thigh then slowly moved the hot liquid towards his groin. His penis was well protected with the cylinder as was a certain amount of skin under the straps but there was still plenty of naked man to have fun with. And she did so with genuine enthusiasm. The reality is that each drip cools quite rapidly and causes no damage to the skin but with slave's mind full of pain and suffering, the hot wax feels like molten lead and adds to his growing panic. He was whining well before Mistress deliberately targeted the needles in his nipples at which point he started screaming. The gag, the music and the double-glazing all conspired to keep the noise from the neighbours or they surely would have suspected murder!

Mistress retired to another room for a while, time to have a cool glass of wine and adjust her appearance, she always liked to look at her most formidable when she revealed herself to slave.

She returned after 15 minutes then carefully set about removing the needles and vacuum-cylinder before unbuckling the many straps and freeing him of all restriction. When slave finally saw his Mistress he was greeted by a fetish image that set off butterflies in his stomach. She had prepared herself as a nurse in an electric blue custom-made rubber uniform with white edging. The dress held her breasts perfectly creating a voluptuous cleavage into which she had placed a thermometer. A white rubber hat and apron both with a red cross completed the uniform and she also had a stethoscope hanging from her neck. Her legs were clad in red rubber stockings supported by a, just visible, black and red suspender belt and her calf length high-heeled boots caused her to stand very tall. On her hands she wore disposable rubber gloves but the most sinister part of her attire was the white surgeon's facemask. Her eyes were wide and bright and she looked determined.

"Turn over and face down on the bench." she commanded.

It was a struggle, his limbs were not responding as they should but with the assistance of Mistress's crop he managed to flip himself over soon enough.

"Head up." she said in order to force a large ball gag into his mouth before buckling it behind his head.

He could feel her attaching the ankle restraints once more then the waist belt was passed over the small of his back and pulled tight. His arms were dangling each side of the bench but were soon stretched taught and secured with restraints chained to the bench support. Mistress started probing his anus with oily fingers and selected a black butt-plug for insertion. It hurt a little on the way in but was soon located properly, gripped firmly by his sphincter. Already he was dribbling from the gag because he was unable to swallow, meanwhile Mistress chose some more suitable music to accompany the whipping.

Mistress's flogger is her favourite implement for corporal punishment, twenty or more leather thongs a metre in length. It can feel quite moderate when softly laid across his bum but as the weight of the blows increases it begins to feel like a solid rod. No part of his body was spared - from the soles of his feet to his shoulders the flogger left its mark and it seemed to last for an eternity. He felt he could take no more and prayed again that this was the end but he was out of luck as she reached for the crop. The riding crop offers different rewards as the blows can be laid with pinpoint accuracy and his backside and legs took most of the onslaught with this weapon. She took her time and all the while he was moaning, crying and dribbling but no reprieve was available and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

The bullwhip is probably the cruelest device in Mistress's arsenal, used only when she is feeling particularly sadistic and tonight she had decided to test his limits to the full. As soon as he saw it he began panicking, shaking and crying real tears to add to the other fluids he was depositing on the bench. She was in no hurry. Five times she lashed him and five times he was reduced to a sobbing wreck. On the sixth lash he lost control of his bladder and wet the bench.

"Lick that up right now." she commanded after releasing him and unbuckling the gag.

He did his best but frankly after slobbering all over the patch it looked no better than when he started!

"On your back, arms down - immediately!" she instructed.

He climbed up and lay back on the bench, acutely aware of his sore buttocks and waited patiently with his arms reaching down behind him towards the floor. Mistress locked his hands together with a pair of steel thumb-cuffs, refastened the chest belt then produced a large reel of black bondage tape. She wound the tape around his feet, ankles and the bench until they were held fast. Then she started again at his head. He had not experienced this before but he had an idea of her plan. Despite his suspicions he could do nothing to stop the tape from being wound around his head and the bench. His mouth was sealed and his eyes were covered leaving just his nostrils free to function normally but his head felt as if it was moulded into the bench.

Mistress removed her mask and gloves, applied some warming gel to slave's penis and began another of her legendary massages. Every now and then she would squeeze the top and bring him off the boil, then without any warning she reached over with her free hand and pinched his nose shut. After twenty seconds he started contorting violently as self-preservation kicked in and again it was only the bonds that stopped him from fighting her off. She released her grip and he sucked oxygen in as fast as possible but as soon as he emptied his lungs Mistress cut off the air once more. Despite his frantic bucking and exertion she held him longer this time.

"The sooner you come, the sooner you can breathe slave." she said as she continued her gentle wank.

With his mind in an erotic frenzy and just as he felt about to lose consciousness he ejaculated (to the relief of them both) and was free to snort in life-giving fresh air. It had been a long time since his last sexual release and he produced a huge amount of semen.

"I hope you enjoyed that, slave." Mistress enquired. "You know you won't be coming again for a few weeks at least."

She wasn't exaggerating - he really would not enjoy any further sexual stimulation until she next allowed it. He had not been able to touch his penis for over six months and every ejaculation now was under her firm control. Mistress left him briefly to wash her hands and to retrieve her favourite toy that she had cleaned in the bathroom earlier. She unwound the tape from his feet so that he could spread his legs then wiped him down with a damp flannel - he knew that the session was now over.

They did not have a 24x7 D/s lifestyle as they preferred to live mostly as a normal loving couple, however, his inability to masturbate and enforced chastity was sustained as a bizarre undercurrent to their daily lives. His chastity belt is a solid and impenetrable piece of engineering manufactured by Tollyboy. Made entirely of high-grade stainless steel it has a single piece waistband that springs open at the front without the need for hinges and a separate crotch-guard that incorporates a penis sheath. Two flat-section chains attach to the bottom of the crotch-guard under the testicles, pass over the buttocks and are riveted to the rear of the waistband. Once the waistband and front guard are locked together at the navel, release of any sort is impossible without the key. His penis is held firmly, quite inaccessible to himself and pointing downwards so he has to sit like a female to urinate.

During the previous year they had used the chastity belt as toy, enjoying many nights and occasional days of play but he was always released for work or evenings out. On New Year's Day however there came a serious change of attitude. He had spent the previous night locked in the belt and denied any sexual release as per their normal game. The following morning while he was still secured they were in bed having a chat about his office Christmas party when the conversation unfortunately developed into a minor argument; it was his own fault, he should never have confessed to kissing a female colleague after a little too much alcohol.

Mistress left the bedroom throwing the key at him - obviously not wanting to continue the fun and disappointed to be starting the year on a sour note. But a few minutes later she returned specifically to snatch the key back again - he had not bothered to unlock the belt as he was not expecting her back so soon. She explained that in her annoyance she suddenly realised that an excellent opportunity to control his conduct was being missed and that a New Year's resolution was in order; the belt was no longer to be considered a novelty item and a 24x7 chastity regime was soon to begin.

There was no debate. Realising that all masturbation could cease, he was a little concerned about not being released immediately but he was also quietly confident of regaining command of the situation soon enough. He could not have been more wrong - she was absolutely determined to take charge, and so it was that her exclusive possession of his penis commenced. She spent a few weeks getting him acclimatised to the belt - a trip to the shops, a whole weekend at home then a trial run of four days at work. Comfort was the most significant issue and the belt was returned to Tollyboy for minor modifications. The result was a much better fit that made a huge difference to the belt's wear-ability and opened the door to his life-style change.

The very simple rules were framed by Mistress; basically he was to remain locked in the belt 24 hours per day with occasional release for sex at her discretion. He was excited and also little nervous but he wasn't convinced that she would take the whole deal very seriously. And so on the morning of Friday 26 January with no special ceremony he found himself locked into his steel underwear for the foreseeable future. After two nights he expected to be let out for their usual Sunday morning get together, so it came as a real shock to find that she was quite satisfied with cunnilingus alone and had no desire to unlock him.

During the following week she resisted his many requests for an outing and on Thursday night she finally told him that this was no longer a game - he was in the belt because of his own desire to submit and her wish to control; she was now firmly in charge and she rather liked it! Escape was impossible without her permission and his constant pestering would only lead to a longer term of denial. She agreed that, yes, he would be let out for sex now and again depending on his behaviour - but he would just have to be patient and in the meanwhile be very careful not to earn her displeasure. He understood at last that this was one situation he would not be able to manage from below, Mistress had empowered herself to exercise real control of his sexual habits and there was nothing he could do about it.

Life in the belt was it both frustrating and motivating. It did not show under everyday clothes so wearing it to the office was no problem but it was less than comfortable for the first few weeks. Sitting to urinate every time was, of course, a new experience for him and maintaining hygiene involved a little extra care in the loo and taking two showers per day.

As his body adapted to the physical restraint the device became much easier to wear but gradually the mental pressure began to grow. Looking at sexual imagery, reading anything erotic, even seeing a good looking woman on the television or in the street led to an immediate reminder of his predicament - belted - with his manhood locked out of reach and firmly under the control of Mistress. Although he thoroughly enjoyed the domination he really missed being able to have a wank in bed while she was either sleeping or taking a shower - and her favours therefore became increasingly precious.

Day and night he was conscious of the steel prison and the discipline it imposed upon him. Consequently it was not long before he became very focused on what he should be doing to earn his next temporary release. He developed a great deal more patience with Mistress's mood swings and answering back was now completely out of the question - little treats and surprises together with full compliance with Mistress's wishes were now the order of the day. Powerful forces were at work and gradually he adopted a level of submissiveness that neither of them had anticipated at the start. His outings for conventional sex or fellatio were now linked directly to his good behaviour and he had to work hard to earn them - in the past three months for example he could count such pleasures on the fingers of one hand. He had been locked into the appliance continually for almost six months now and would most likely endure it for the rest of their time together - ironically it was only their bondage sessions that gave his genitals more than thirty minutes of "freedom".

From her point of view, Mistress got a real kick out of his predicament and took delight in reminding him regularly that he had only got what he had asked for - domination. The key was a bit of a nuisance to begin with because she found it inconvenient to carry it on her person at all times. The solution was simple - a hole was drilled through the cylindrical body of the key so that it could be slipped onto a combination padlock and kept safely by the bed. Thereby it was always handy for use (and to tease him with) but useless to him while on the padlock to which only Mistress knew the combination. She loved to tease him in bed and have him beg for release but the pleading was fruitless, most of the time she was content to enjoy the attention of his well-practised tongue. Sometimes when she wanted good fuck she would torment him even further by strapping a dildo around his loins. She enjoyed the fact that she could arrange their sex life to suit her libido but the best part was his frustration, which was marked by a much higher level of attentiveness and willingness to please.

Initially, Mistress viewed the new regime as an amusing game, albeit one she knew she couldn't lose. But just as slave had to modify his thinking she also began to sense the more subtle effects of the situation. She realised that a tangible manifestation of her will was literally locked around slave's genitals and no matter what temptation he encountered, he was unable to function sexually without her consent. Although she had no grounds to suspect infidelity, there was comfort in knowing with absolute certainty that light-hearted flirting or kissing in the office could never develop into real unfaithfulness, indeed he would probably keep his distance now just in case anyone discovered his heavy-duty underwear. There would be no more secret masturbation either - something she had always regarded as unhealthy deception on his part. Of course there was nothing she could do to stop him from eyeing a pretty female while out and about but she figured this would only add to his feelings of impotence and humility.

From day one of his belted life Mistress remained extremely vigilant with regard to security - she recognised that while it was simple enough to hold a key and give permission for temporary release, it may not be so easy to persuade slave back into the belt afterwards. The only way to be sure was to give him no choice so she decided never to release the belt without restraining him first; usually by cuffing his hands behind his back or tying him spread-eagled to the bed. It was a minor nuisance but any discipline brings its own overhead and on balance she felt it was worthwhile.

"Lift your bottom, darling" his lover said fondly, removing the butt-plug.

Mistress has had so much practice that it takes her less than a minute these-days to slip his penis back into its steel holster and fasten the guard to the waist-band. She quickly had him locked up tight again and, with the key safely returned to the padlock, she proceeded to release the thumb-cuffs and remove the remaining bonds that held him down.

He stretched his limbs and hugged her lovingly as she bent down to kiss him on the lips.

"Oh dear" she giggled, "I think someone needs to freshen up a bit! Let's have a shower to get me out of this clammy gear and then have an early night - you can give me another of your excellent tongue-jobs if you want to."

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