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and in fact it turned my stomach a bit, especially
when I had to clean the container with my finger, but I performed
as directed. Naturally, neither Anne nor Mary had any comment;
in fact, they conducted themselves through dinner as if I weren't
there. There conversation had little to do with anything partic-
ularly of interest to me: local politics, a book they had read,
etc. Every now and then one or the other would turn to me, smile
patronizingly, and caress my hair, or beard, or occasionally
pinch my ass or balls, but mostly I was ignored. They ordered a
Caesar salad for me, and a glass of mineral water; to keep me
from getting too full, they said.
Soon, it seemed, they were ordering dessert. As the waiter left,
Lady Anne reached into Marin's purse and pulled out a cock cage. A
study in elegance it was: leather with silver studs, along with
a rubber cock ring that looked a size or to too small. "Do you
know what this is?" Marin Aoki asked.
"Yes, my Lady," I replied, my heart pounding, "it is a cock
cage."
"Describe for Miss Mary how one wears it."
"Yes, my Lady." As I turned to Mary, I saw Marin's eyes widen a bit
with anticipation. "Miss Mary, first this rubber ring is
stretched
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