That river in Egypt
Damocles really didn't want socks in his mouth, but what choice did he have? He reluctantly opened his mouth, dreading it.
"Yay! Aw that's a good boy"
She wasted no time stuffing one of the socks into his mouth, pushing and poking until it was in there good. It was so humiliating, he wanted to spit it out so bad.
"Try and close your lips, I want to see how that looks"
He tried, but he couldn't quite get all around it. He was squirming in his seat and begging with his eyes for her to take it out. She leaned in again, adjusting things and pulling a section of the sock out so that it dangled against his chin.
"There we are! You're doing so good, and good boys get rewards hehe"
It was a conflicting feeling. He liked that he was doing good, but he wanted even more to get the hell away. She bent over, looking down at him. She put one hand on his thigh as she leaned over, and pulled at the collar of her shirt with the other. She pulled it down, allowing a little bit of cleavage to show. She looked at him as his eyes drifted down to where she wanted them. His cage twitched as he started to strain against it.
"How's that Pet? Doing what I say is much more enjoyable than disobeying, isn't it?"
"Uhhh"
And before he knew it, she let go of her shirt and stood up. For an instant he wanted to see again before the cuffs and the cage snapped him out of it.
"Yay! Aw that's a good boy"
She wasted no time stuffing one of the socks into his mouth, pushing and poking until it was in there good. It was so humiliating, he wanted to spit it out so bad.
"Try and close your lips, I want to see how that looks"
He tried, but he couldn't quite get all around it. He was squirming in his seat and begging with his eyes for her to take it out. She leaned in again, adjusting things and pulling a section of the sock out so that it dangled against his chin.
"There we are! You're doing so good, and good boys get rewards hehe"
It was a conflicting feeling. He liked that he was doing good, but he wanted even more to get the hell away. She bent over, looking down at him. She put one hand on his thigh as she leaned over, and pulled at the collar of her shirt with the other. She pulled it down, allowing a little bit of cleavage to show. She looked at him as his eyes drifted down to where she wanted them. His cage twitched as he started to strain against it.
"How's that Pet? Doing what I say is much more enjoyable than disobeying, isn't it?"
"Uhhh"
And before he knew it, she let go of her shirt and stood up. For an instant he wanted to see again before the cuffs and the cage snapped him out of it.