She beckons me back onto the bed.  I kneel before her on the silken sheets.  We are so close that our hard painfully erect nipples rub together.  I squeal with a deeply girlish pleasure.  She takes my tormented sex in her hands and then leans foward and places a long soft kiss on each of my considerable breasts.  A squeal mutates into a long slow guttural moan.  She carefully unclips the steel cock rings and then very gently teases the rubber restrainer off my balls and cock.  I cry out with a mixture of powerful sexual arousal and brutal relief.  Then, my pink-dyed cock pops up before her, a startling sissified phallus - the perfect symbol of my bondage and philosopy of the Bigger Picture.

Never taking her beautiful golden-brown eyes from mine, she then begins to caress my cock.  I moan and cry, I beg her for release.  I feel her warm soft fingers run gently across the boiling achingly rigid shaft of my sex and I whisper her beautiful name helplessly.  She leans forward and we kiss, long, hard, desperately.  She then leans down between my legs and gently kisses my sex.

 Extracted from "silken Servitude", Christina Shelly, Rover Books, 2005, pp.148-175