I patted Mom on the back and let her go, turning to leave to let Dad know about dinner.“Mark?”“Yeah?” I looked back.“Is it really that simpl...e, the way you did it with Margaret?”“Yeah, it’s just like that,” I assured her.“But, what about around the breasts?” Mom asked. The question reminded me of Sayuri’s concern and made me edgy. Why was Mom asking about this. She couldn’t have a problem like Mrs. Yamato, could she? I mean, if Mrs. Yamato’s were that long on her small tits, it was hard to. It was a choice of either being able to breathe or feel the pain in her tits. She adopted a ritual; sit upright and take a deep breath, then she leaned forward resting her nipples and tits, but being choked by the collar. When she was totally out of breath, she would sit-up straight, feeling like her nipples were being torn off her breasts, but being able to breathe. Carol was concentrating on this ritual, she could hardly think of anything else.Carol tried to ignore the pain and get her. Gerty strips me down then realizes I still have a shirt on."Oh my, I never did this before. I have to untie you to get the shirt off." She does then ties me up again.I'm on the bed, back against the headboard with my hands behind me. With another belt, patent. black and skinny like three-fourths of an inch wide, she runs it through the loop a few times, places it over my cock and under my nuts, and tightens it."This Jeff is a cock ring, and I think you might like what I can do with it," Gerty. I had looked down at my wet crotch area. I knew I had to clean it off before my cum caked on my bush. I jumped out of bed and ran to the shower. I tore my boxers off and up jumped my still rock-hard dick. I turned on the water and waited for the water to get warm while I cleaned off the cum with toilet paper. I looked at myself in the mirror. I guess I was satisfied …? I mean, I think my brown wavy hair, high cheekbones, and rather tan skin with blue eyes looked nice. I had muscles and a six.