My words were filled with pleasure. And seeing him starting to shake and trying to beg nearly got me off. And while I was dressed and had no problems with ejaculating into my pants it might have led to Maria trying to suck it out of them later. This I deemed inacceptable behavior since she might get the wrong ideas of who was in control of her.
Ahhhh! Ben squealed in panic! It was perfect. And the muff suit was open at the crotch to easily access his private parts.
“Huckleberry, hand me the tools!”, I commanded and Huckleberry pulled a sheet from the already prepared tools and handed me the elastrator.
I took it and looked at it. Huckleberry loved being controlled by me and this included inspecting every preparation. He wasn’t just a slave; we were also best friends – even while there was a strict social hierarchy with me giving the commands – and we both agreed that if he would have been born a woman, he would have found fulfillment in being my maid.
But like this he had become my butler of pain. And he also smiled while I squeezed Ben’s balls through the tight rubber band with him trying to beg for mercy.