"Hush, Master Gerald. I don't wish any display of nasty masculine tensions when Miss Nancy is here," Josie chided.
Gerald shut his eyes tightly to blot out the ignonimous spectacle. He winced at the thought of his growing dependence on her relief.
To make certain there would be no signs of tensioning in his symbol to embarrass Miss Nancy, Josie forced him to climax twice in the usual square of silk. He went limp when she was finished and burst into anguished tears.
Propelled to the lacing bar and secured tightly to it, Gerald was drawn up on tiptoe. Josie quickly arranged a short white satin corset about his waist, lacing him down to the last breathless inch, then subjecting him to the intense humiliation of running a tapemeasure around his waist and remarking how pleasingly it has been reduced.
Josie then arrayed him in a pair of childish pink silk drawers, the legs trimmed with row on row of delicate lace ruffles, each row set off by a pert little baby-blue bow. Teasingly, she ran her fingers over the crotch of the panties and was surprised to discover that a tell-tale mound had reappeared at the front.
The drawers were lowered again to his ankles, and once again he is forced to climax into the silk hankie, leaving his male symbol limp and useless. Then Josie took a small flesh-colored sheath from the pocket of her uniform and fitted it over his symbol.
Gerald screamed in agony as she fondled his masculinity in its silken constricting prison.
"Oh, please, Josie, take it off!" he cried. "Oh, it's killing me. Please!
Please!"
Ignoring his protests, Josie tugged the drawers back up his legs and in place. There she fastened them with a drawstring. When Gerald saw that the garment was suitable for a child of five or six, he protested, "But, Josie, these are er little girl's er 000 ... knickers!!!
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"Not knickers, Master Gerald. girls wear pretty knickers, but six-yearolds wear little drawers!" Josie said.
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