.more direct. More focused. I wanted it to stop,but they got inside my head. They would convince me to take photos of mysissy clitty in my chastity... and then tell me how horrible it was and howI should just get rid of it. They started to advise me on how to cutaround my chastity and cut it, my genitalia off. In a moment ofweakness, I listened to them. My mother likes woodworking andhas....a..circular saw with super sharp carbon blades. I ..... I went tothe saw. I turned it on and just as. Her breasts hung against the ground, tips brushing against the carpet. The sensation against her nipples was muted by the strips of waterproof black tape covering them, twin 'X'es completely hiding the hard nubs. They sealed all milk from leaking from her, though it had taken a few tries to find the right kind of tape and right amount of coverage to accomplish that. It was her preferred way of preventing herself from expressing, on the rare occasions she didn't want to. Whenever she could,. Looking at Annie, I saw a similar figure pull her back from certain death. All I heard was Annie sobbing as the men closed the oven doors. Who these men are, we have never learned. But our embarrassment was not yet over. They documented the entire room, including us. Pictures of every angle were taken of our helpless bodies. Annie yelled and screamed the entire time. Eventually they untied us. We were allowed to clean ourselves up. We got dressed in our clothes that. She took off her exam gloves, which surprised me a little, but I didn’t mind. Her hands were so soft that I enjoyed the feel of them touching my skin. She spread shaving cream around my dick and on my sac, which elicited an involuntary moan from me.She smiled, “Look, we haven’t even gotten to the actual treatment part yet, and your shaft is already responding.”She was right. While it wasn’t rock hard by any stretch of the imagination, it was definitely rigid enough that I could envision me.