Tim woke up with a "woodie" this morning. It promptly disappeared when he went to the bathroom, and he wasn't able to get it back, but it's a hopeful sign that at least his internal plumbing still works okay.

Sandi

Hmm..Do you (both you and Tim) really want it back? Jackie

Originally Posted by butterflyjack

Hmm..Do you (both you and Tim) really want it back? Jackie

That's complicated, Jackie.

I know that Tim will take care of me sexually regardless, whether with his hands or his tongue or with Willie, the plastic penis Megan gave us, and he's really good at it, maybe better than with his penis. However, there's a dimension of sex that's missing unless he's also getting sexual pleasure from the activity. I know he says it gives him pleasure to see me getting orgasms from his effort, but that goes both ways. I like to see him get physical pleasure as well.

I'm also concerned with how Tim will handle it months from now if his penis doesn't recover. His ultimate fantasy, as you know, has always been to have women destroy his penis. He'd really have preferred that we girls cut it off and play with the severed organ before destroying it in front of him or sending it home with Megan as a trophy, but I'm not willing to go that far. The point is that satisfying his fantasies has always involved either genital pain beyond what he can handle or destruction of his penis, and he finds playtime where there's no real risk of either to be disappointing.

Then, too, our playtime is an escape for him, as it demands that he be totally in the moment. Taxes and job pressures and everything else that weighs on his mind get shelved for the time. He's described it as bungee jumping, race-car driving and swimming with sharks all rolled into one. He's addicted to it.

And I admit that I love giving it to him. I don't want to intentionally hurt him, but it does give me a rush to see the look on his face when he's desperate to stop me and knows there are more kicks in store for his testicles. Mind you, I wouldn't do it if he didn't want it, but I don't do it for him out of pure altruism, either. It's fun for me, too.

For 20 years I've tried to balance the excitement he craves with a margin of safety, always knowing that the day might come when permanent damage is done. Time will tell whether we've finally reached that point. We've dodged the bullet before.

So I guess the bottom line is that my concern is principally for Tim and how he'll deal with it if he's had his last orgasm. He's always loved having me entice him sexually when he was tied up and unable to get relief, and more recently he's enjoyed being teased mercilessly while wearing his chastity device or having his penis numbed with lidocaine. In these cases, though, part of the draw has been the role reversal, with me being in control of his orgasms, able to withhold them or provide them. Now I'm as helpless as he is to restore his ability, and that's frightening.

I don't see any big changes in what we do in the short term. We still sleep together naked, and I plan to keep on enticing him sexually. It's just that we don't need the chastity device anymore, at least for now. I think Misty's on the same page: She didn't have to get her back rub naked the other night, for example, or to initiate sex with Mike right in front of us. But I may be misreading her. Tim does seem to be enjoying the frustration; that's part of his fantasies, too. But it may lose its appeal as it sinks in that he's dealing with something permanent.

Sandi

I asked Mia how she likes the idea of being tucked in with a back rub. She said she loves it and hopes that becomes a regular thing. We talked a little about what she wants to do next week while spending the days with me for her school's spring break. She didn't really have anything special in mind, so I guess it's up to me to think of something. A bored kid can quickly become a whiny kid.

When Misty picked her up, she didn't stay long but gave Tim and me a big hug for the back-rubbing lesson. She seemed pleased with developments in their bedroom. Mike got stuck working a double shift today when his assistant manager called in sick, so they're meeting him at the restaurant and having supper there. Sounds like there might not be all that much besides snoring going on in their bedroom tonight. :-(

Sandi

I just read Jackie's post in a forum about starting spiro and estradiol. If Tim's penis doesn't recover, I wonder whether he'll eventually want to do that to decrease the frustration. As of this morning, his penis is still limp and numb. No "woodie" this morning.

In bed last night, we started with just cuddling, but after several minutes, I felt his hand on my right breast. I thought about warning him about the frustration he was bound to feel, but then I thought the frustration may be exactly what he's after, or maybe seeing me respond to him sexually might reinforce his self image as a man. Either way, I decided to just relax and enjoy what he was doing. A few minutes later, he was playing with my clitoris, and then his finger was in my vagina. He kep going until I was pretty much exhausted.

So I have to ask myself, Would he be inspired to do that for me if he started taking anti-androgen drugs or got himself castrated? He might be less frustrated, but would we be trading that for more frustration for me? An interesting question. But I'm still holding out hope that his penis recovers.

Sandi

You have but to ask...This sounds like an interesting angle to explore...and relatively harmless...Maybe Tim will look good with a fat ass, thighs and soft breasts...little shrunken, peanut sized, worthless testes and a little useless weewee (as I am looking forward to)? I'd wager just discussing this will turn him on (benignly)...I await your discovery...smooches Jackie

Mike had to work again today to fill in for the assistant manager who called in sick the other day, so I invited Misty and Mia to come over and hang out with us. While Mia was busy watching Tintin (a movie we rented from Redbox), I pulled Misty and Tim aside and told them I thought we owed Misty an explanation about what was going on with Tim, since she'd been there when he was banded. Tim agreed, and he and I told her about his fantasies, about how we'd been playing "on the edge" for years, and about how now we didn't know whether he'd ever be able to have an orgasm again, or, for that matter, even an erection. She sat there in silence, nodding occasionally, looking not so much astonished as concerned.

At the end, she said, "Wow!" She said she'd pieced together a lot of what we told her from the things we'd done and said over the past several months. She apologized for being naked for the back-rubbing lesson, thinking that would have been torture for Tim, but he assured her that he enjoyed every minute of it. He told her that seeing women naked, getting him sexually excited, and then his not being able to get relief was something he thrived on. Only now, it is taking on a new dimension that it never had before.

"Is there something you want me to do or not do?" she asked at last.

I told her to do what she felt comfortable with doing, but there was nothing wrong with what she'd done in the past. I reminded her about her baring herself from time to time while she was staying with us at the end of last year. "It was killing Tim that he didn't feel he could show any response to your enticing him, because you were calling him Dad, but he was loving it," I said. "Right, 'Dad'?"

Tim nodded, then to Misty he said, "Being tied up with my penis slowly dying while you and Megan and Sandi fussed over Mike's heavy artillery was the most exciting thing I've ever experienced. I thank you for that."

Misty then got a wicked grin on her face, walked over to where Tim was sitting, and sat on his knee and poked his chest with her finger, as if to emphasize what she was going to say. "Go to the restaurant tomorrow. I think I can set up something you'll love," she said. Then, as if to be sure he got the point, she reached down and gave his testicles a hard squeeze, giggling as he gasped.

Now Tim can hardly wait. And he's not all that fond of chicken wings.

Sandi

Ooooh, ooo, ooo..The serial continues on the edge of the cliff....Will it go over?...Stay tuned for the next exciting episode!...hehehe smooches Jackie

We went to the restaurant for lunch. Misty had told us to tell whoever seated us that she'd sent us, but we didn't have to, because the girl remembered us from Misty's New Year's Eve going-away party. She showed us to a table in the back room, which is normally reserved for parties or large groups.

Now so that you'll understand the level of mischief Misty had set up with her former coworkers, you need to understand how the restaurant normally operates, as Misty has described things from time to time.

Mike realizes that he doesn't have the best food in town. He also realizes that men like to have sexy women in scanty costumes pay them special attention, and that's what he counts on to bring them back as loyal customers. The waitresses therefore wear skirts that don't quite make it to mid thigh. Under the skirts, the girls wear matching short shorts so that if someone gets a peek under the skirt, they don't see underwear. The average bra size for these girls is probably about 36-C, but they don't wear bras. Instead, they wear white blouses that are not buttoned in front but rather tied together just under their breasts, showing lots of cleavage and a bare midriff. The girls are trained to touch the customers, but only above the waist. For example, they might take hold of a man's necktie as they compliment him on it or touch a man's shoulder as she points out something in the menu. As they take orders, they sit with the customers, scooching close so that their hips and shoulders touch the customer's.

Mike is protective of the girls, though. They all wear name tags, but the names on the tags are fake. Misty mentioned once that her name tag read "Angela." Occasionally a customer will try to take advantage of the situation and touch back, make inappropriate remarks or otherwise make the girls uncomfortable with the situation. In that case, they are instructed to tell the manager. Then either the manager or another male employee will take over the table, explaining that it was time for the server to go on break. The customer may not like that and may not come back, but Mike would rather lose customers like that than endanger the girls. For any customers who get unruly, the "bus boys" double as bouncers, and they're paid accordingly. These guys are big.

The girls try to learn and remember customers' names and something about them so that a repeat customer is greeted by name when he comes in or is asked about something they talked about previously. In fact, a waitress who gets along well with a particular customer can claim him regardless of where he is seated. Although most of the customers are men, who generally come in groups, occasionally couples will come in. The waitresses are instructed to give special attention to the women, perhaps making a comment to the guy like, "How did you end up with a gorgeous creature like that?" or complimenting the woman on what she's wearing or her hair or whatever can be commended sincerely.

Well, that's not exactly how things went with us.

After we were seated, a waitress, wearing a name tag that said "DiDi" came to our table, dropping her pencil several feet from the table. She bent over to pick it up, giving Tim a perfect view up her skirt, and she was not wearing the shorts underneath. In fact, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. She retrieved the pencil and sat down next to Tim and asked what we'd like to drink and mentioned the featured items. All the while, she was caressing the inside of Tim's thigh. As she pointed out things in the menu, she reached across in front of him, turning her chest toward him in the process so that he could get a good look at her cleavage. She stayed for a few minutes to talk after taking our drink orders. She knew our names already and said she knew Misty really appreciated all we do for her. She knew that Misty referred to us as "Mom" and "Dad". She wondered how Misty was doing at her new job, etc. All the while, she was stroking Tim's thigh, edging closer to his crotch.

Finally, she got up to get our drinks. I looked at Tim. "Enjoying the show?" I asked, grinning. He had the look of a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "Relax," I said. "Have fun with it."

"DiDi" returned with the drinks, bending over as she placed them on the table, giving Tim a good look down her blouse. "Have you decided what you'd like?" she asked. I told her we were still looking. She nodded. "You know we specialize in chicken. Our breasts are especially good today."

"Tim was noticing that, weren't you sweetie?" I said. He knew we were having fun at his expense, but he didn't seem to mind. "Tim likes breasts, but he likes legs and thighs, too," I said.

"I'll give you a few more minutes," "DiDI" said. "Drinks still okay?" I nodded, and she left.

We made our selections, and "DiDi" returned in a few minutes. She sat down next to Tim again, and as she wrote down our orders with her right hand, she was again caressing his inner thigh with her left. Tim got into the spirit of the teasing, throwing out a couple of double entendres of his own.

The food was better than we'd expected from Misty's description. I think I'd go back for the food alone if there weren't other restaurants closer with the same quality, but it was definitely a treat for Tim. I know, because we'd barely gotten in the door at home when he started taking my clothes off.

Sandi

After we got back from the restaurant yesterday, Tim was, shall we say, eager for some sexual activity. I wasn't, but I could understand why he was, so I played along. He was able to achieve a weak erection. It was not enough for penetration, and he seemed to struggle to maintain it. I guess mental stimulation can only go so far without physical stimulation, and his penis is still numb. We cuddled and petted for half an hour or so, and finally he seemed to give up and rolled over. I straddled his buttocks and gave him a nice long back rub as a consolation prize. He didn't wake up with a "woodie" this morning, and he's still numb.

Misty dropped Mia off here this morning instead of at school, because the school is on spring break all week. She said Mike was really upset with her for what happened at the restaurant yesterday. If I understand his concerns right, things could go very badly from that in either of two ways.

First, "DiDi" could have thought a request from the restaurant owner's wife was equivalent to a request from the owner, and if she didn't comply, her job might be in jeopardy. In that case, she might have a basis for a lawsuit against the restaurant.

Second, if what she did violated written restaurant policies, she should be disciplined or fired, which seems unfair if she was caught in the middle between the owner and his wife.

Either way, Misty created a sticky situation, in Mike's view. Misty told him that she hadn't told the girl to do anything specific. She'd just said a special couple was coming, that the guy needed an ego boost, that the wife was a good sport, and could she "lay it on thick"? She said she asked as a friend and former coworker, not as the boss's wife, and she thought "DiDi" understood it that way. Mike was still upset and told her in no uncertain terms not to do anything like that again.

Really, though, unless "DiDi" tells Misty or Mike what she did, Tim and I are the only ones who know, and we're not about to complain. I hope it all blows over with no real negative repercussions.

I hear Mia rummaging around in the kitchen. Misty dropped her off earlier than she'd drop her off at school, and she hasn't had breakfast yet, so I'd better go feed her. Might write more later.

Sandi

Mia and I spent a fair part of the day making bread. When Misty came to pick her up, she took home a loaf for supper that she'd kneaded and baked herself. She was quite proud of it. I think she'll find it a little crumbly, because she got tired kneading the dough and cheated a bit by adding flour, but it should taste okay. Now I've got a hungry hubby who's wondering where his supper is. Bread is nice, but it doesn't make a very balanced meal. I'm going to see whether he'll be receptive to two days of going out to eat in a row. I'll even settle for fast food if I don't have to cook it myself. :-)

Sandi

Man Sandi..Just give me that bread..I love home made bread...You're such a good woman..You're really good to that little girl...smooches Jackie

This morning Tim said his penis felt weird this morning, then this evening he said it started hurting in the middle of a meeting just before noon. He said it must have shown on his face, as a couple of coworkers asked whether he was okay after the meeting. He says tonight the pain is less intense and is "inside" the penis. The skin is still numb. At least things are changing.

Mia and I spent most of the day shopping. We clipped and sorted coupons, then hit the supermarket for some things we needed that we had soon-to-expire coupons for. Then we went shopping for new bras and a more feminine nightie for her--nothing risqué, but no flannel with pictures of bunnies, either. Her breasts have filled out enough that she doesn't need the padding in her bras for shape anymore. We also got some new work shirts for Tim and a few spring fashion items for me. All that, along with having lunch at the mall, used up most of the day. We got back just in time to fix supper.

No word about our "entertainment" at the restaurant this weekend, so I hope that means Mike worked out things with "DiDi". Either that or one or both decided to just pretend nothing happened.

Sandi

Tim said this morning he can tell when his penis is being moved or touched, but it's not a normal sense of touch. He described it as being more of a tingling or pin-pricking sensation. At least it's not really painful, he said. I guess that's progress. He said he was up during the night playing with it in hopes of getting an erection, but playing with it that much did hurt, so he quit.

A new batch of grocery ads and coupons need to be sorted through today, the bathrooms need cleaning, and the carpets are screaming for some attention from the vacuum. Today has the earmarks of a busy day but not a particularly fun one. I'll see how much I can cajole Mia to help. Sometimes she's really good about pitching in.

Sandi

Tonight when Tim got home, he disappeared into the bathroom for about 20 minutes, coming out only when I told him his supper was going to get cold if he didn't get to the table soon. He said the tingling had tapered off during the day and is gone now. He can feel the touch when he touches his penis, but he tried masturbating and said he wasn't able to get a full erection, and the feeling was no more erotic than massaging his finger. He made similar remarks after the previous banding. That time he did manage an erection and got an orgasm from oral sex. We're going to try that tonight and hope for the best.

When Misty picked Mia up, she said nobody at the restaurant is talking about what happened over the weekend, and Mike is hoping everybody concerned will just forget about it.

Sandi

Just before we went to bed last night, I had Tim stand by the bed while I knelt in front of him and played with his penis, trying to get an erection out of it. The best I could do was get a small increase in size. I then took it into my mouth and worked on it with my tongue. I was just about to give up, as my tongue was getting tired and I was seeing no response, when Tim drew the same conclusion. "It's not going to happen tonight," he said. His penis was completely limp.

"Shall I bite the head off?" I asked. I was teasing, of course. Before, talking about biting the head off his penis was always good for an erection, but not last night.

"You might as well," he said. "It's useless to me." His tone sounded depressed, resigned to failure.

"You've still got these," I said, and I took hold of his testicles and squeezed hard briefly. His penis remained limp.

We got into bed, and I gave him a long back rub. That didn't seem to help, because he was restless for about half an hour afterward. Finally, I felt his hand slowly creeping down my abdomen. He began slowly massaging my clitoris. I spread my legs. I wasn't really in the mood for sex by this point, but if this would make him feel more masculine, that was worth playing along. It's been a long time since I faked an orgasm, but I did last night, as I was just too tired to continue, and he seemed to need the assurance that we'd still have a sex life.

This morning, we both found ourselves awake half an hour before the alarm. I played with his penis for several minutes with no response. I gave up, and we just cuddled until the alarm went off.

This is Mia's last full day with me, since Misty and Tim have an "off" Friday tomorrow. I invited Ashley to come over. I need to get washing and ironing done, and there isn't much that Mia can help with, so I thought the girls could keep each other bus. Ashley's mom should be here with her in a few minutes.

Sandi

Cristy stayed for coffee after dropping Ashley off. I wasn't sure how she would view what had happened at the restaurant, so I was careful about how I asked. As best I can gather from her answers, she hadn't heard anything about it and seemed content to let Mike handle personnel issues and the details of running the place. While we talked, the girls headed off to Mia's bedroom where they busied themselves restyling each other's hair and trying on makeup. Cristy excused herself after half an hour or so, as she wanted to take advantage of my looking after Ashley to run some errands and get a perm, for which she said she was long overdue, though her hair looked good to me.

I'd just pulled the first load of laundry out of the dryer and set up the ironing board when the girls announced that they were hungry. It was beginning to look as if I wasn't going to get as much done today as I'd planned. I pointed the girls to the kitchen and told Mia they could make their own sandwiches. By now, she knows my kitchen almost as well as I do. By the time I got the first shirt ironed, they were sitting down at the table. I decided to keep working and grab a bite later.

I got to thinking about how much of Tim's self image is tied up in his penis. Although his ultimate fantasy since late grade school has been to lose it, I don't think he was really prepared to deal with the reality of not having it. Yes, technically, he still has it, but if it doesn't function as a sex organ, arguably one could say it's gone, or at least it has been since the last banding, and we have no assurance that it's coming back.

I'm trying to imagine anything comparable that a woman could experience. I had a hysterectomy shortly after we got married, and in a sense that's comparable, I suppose, but I never stopped feeling like a complete woman, and it hasn't reduce my enthusiasm for sex or my ability to enjoy it, though the feeling of orgasms changed. I know women who have had both breasts removed due to cancer, and as far as I know, they haven't had their self image destroyed by that. Certainly a clitoris is important to sexual pleasure, but it's not essential for sex, and if a woman lost hers, nobody else but her husband would notice.

But a man's penis seems to be at the center of how he views himself. Or at least it seems that way with Tim. I suppose that's why Viagra sells so well. Ability to get an erection and squirt semen seems to be an essential validation. I squirt, therefore I am. Or something like that.

Well, enough of the musing. The dryer's buzzing, and the shirts aren't going to iron themselves. Permanent press? You wish.

Sandi

Shortly after I wrote the post above, I heard giggling from Mia's room and went to see what mischief they were up to. As I opened the door, I heard the two of them gasp in unison. They were lying on the bed side-by-side, nude from the waist down, each with her hand on the other's lower abdomen (rapidly withdrawn as I entered). Ashley started crying. "Please don't tell my mom," she said.

"Tell her what?" I asked. "That you have a healthy curiosity? I imagine she knows that already." Ashley looked at me as if I were from another planet as she wiped the tears from her cheek. I pointed to the little button in the center of the doorknob. "You probably ought to use the privacy lock when you're playing with each other's genitals," I said. "Tim will be home soon, and if he walked in on what I just walked in on, there might be some embarrassment." I left, closing the door behind me. I heard some scuffling sounds, then a click from the doorknob. I grinned and went back to my ironing.

Tim and Misty arrived almost at the same time. I told Misty that Cristy hadn't picked Ashley up yet, so I was figuring that the girls would be here for supper, and I invited her to call Mike and tell him supper was at our place. The girls must have heard the talking and commotion, because they came out a minute later (fully clothed). Misty gave Mike a call on her cell phone. He'd been home for an hour, got hungry, and had been raiding the tortilla chips, she said when she got off the phone. He'd be right over.

"Did you girls have fun?" Misty asked. The girls looked at each other and giggled.

"I think you could safely say they had a good time," I said. I looked at the girls and winked. They giggled again.

"I'm not even going to ask what that's about," Tim said. He disappeared into the master bathroom, where he stayed while the girls set the table and Misty and I finished getting the food on the table. Mike arrived just in time, and I called Tim to get his body to the table. We were just starting to sit down when Cristy and Jason arrived together to get Ashley. She apologized for being late, but I told her she might as well join the crowd. Now we had the two girls, Tim and me, Misty and Mike, and Cristy and Jason. It was clear that a table for four wasn't going to work, even with extra chairs on the ends, and the amount of food I'd prepared wasn't going to be enough. I pulled a couple of frozen pizzas out of the freezer and threw them in the oven while Tim set up a card table and folding chairs. There weren't enough veggies and salad to go around, but the girls didn't want them anyway, and there was plenty of the casserole. The girls homed in on the pizza, which caught Tim's and Mike's eyes as well.

It was a nice way to end a chilly and rainy day, and it got Tim's mind off that thing between his legs. The boys got to discussing the economy after supper, and Tim remembered recording a NOVA show about people's irrational behavior when it comes to money. He found where he'd recorded it, and they disappeared for an hour to watch it while we gals cleaned up. It was dark, almost bedtime, before they all left, and everyone seemed to have a good time.

After they left, I asked Tim whether he wanted to continue sleeping together naked, or whether that would be too frustrating for him. He was emphatic that he wanted to continue. We'll have to see how that works out. I just heard the water in the shower turn off, so it sounds like my turn.

Sandi

Tim tried to initiate sex last night, but he couldn't get an erection firm enough for penetration, and what little he could achieve didn't last long. He did take care of me with his hands, but my playing with his penis accomplished nothing.

We just let the sun wake us up this morning, then lay in bed cuddling for half an hour or so, not even trying anything sexual. Finally, we got up, and I fixed pancakes for breakfast. We still haven't gotten dressed and are sitting around naked. I suppose I should get ambitious and do something, but I don't feel motivated.

I did promise Tim we'd do something adventurous in the basement sometime today, though.

Sandi

Tim and I were about to head for the basement for some serious testicle beating just after lunch when Misty and Mia showed up at our door. They'd been doing some baking and brought us a plate of gingerbread-boy cookies. Mia announced with pride that she cut them out and decorated them. I invited them in, started a pot of coffee and got Mia a glass of milk.

"The girls said they had a great time here yesterday, but when I asked what they did, they were a little evasive," Misty said.

"I think Ashley was afraid that word would get back to Cristy that they'd been playing with each others' genitals," I said. Mia's ears started turning red, but she didn't say anything.

"Oh, is that all," Misty replied. "I thought they were making a nuisance of themselves. I can see why Ashley would react that way, though. Crisy's a little straight-laced. Mike has said to be sure not to mention anything to her about what we did in your basement when Megan was visiting. She'd tell us we were going straight to hell."

Mia's ears perked up. "And what was it that you did?" she wanted to know.

"Let's just say it was a grown-up version of what you and Ashley were doing," Misty said.

"Oh," said Mia. She didn't pursue the subject further.

"Mike says Cristy can be insufferable at times talking about religion," Misty continued. "He says he just tunes her out and suggests that I do the same. I think she's sincere, but her concept of the world is black and white with no grays. How she handles being associated with the restaurant is beyond me. Maybe that's why she stays out of the day-to-day operations and prefers to handle things like bookkeeping and payroll. She never has to set foot in the door."

"Were her and Mike's parents like that?" I wondered.

"No, not according to Mike. They attended church on Easter Sunday and that's about all," said Misty. "She got involved with whatever group she's with in college."

By that time we'd finished our drinks and most of the cookies, and Misty said they didn't mean to take all our afternoon. They left, and I told Tim to head for the basement before there were any more interruptions.

Tim undressed, and I tied him up as usual, with his wrists tied to the overhead hooks, a gag in his mouth, and his legs held spread apart with the bar. I undressed in front of him and decided to see whether I could coax an erection out of his penis and threatened to cut it off if he didn't get one. He did manage a weak erection, and I played with it for maybe fifteen minutes or so, but the erection never got really firm, and he didn't seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm.

Then I remembered his shocking machine. I attached one wire to the head of his penis by doubling the wire back on itself and sticking it into the hole he'd punched in the bottom of his penis and then out through the end of his penis. I wrapped the other end around the base of his penis. Between the blood-flow restriction from the wire and the fear factor, he ended up with a fairly firm erection by the time I got the machine plugged in and turned on. I left it running while I got a pair of disposable latex gloves on, applied some vaseline to my finger, and stuck my finger into his anus, wiggling it around inside, then massaging the lump that I assumed was where his prostate would be.

A few minutes into this, the doorbell rang. I just ignored it, but soon heard the sound of a key in the door and figured it must be Misty, as she still has her key from when she lived with us. I wasn't concerned about her coming down, but I thought what we were up to was a little too graphic for Mia, despite what she and Ashley had been doing.

I took off the gloves and threw them in the kitchen trash on the way to the front door. Now, keep in mind that I was still naked. I peeked around the corner to see whether Mia was coming in with Misty, and fortunately it was just Misty.

"Oops!" Misty said when she saw that I had nothing on. "Didn't mean to interrupt your playtime, but Mia thinks she left her library book here the other day and just remembered it's due today. Okay if I look in the guest bedroom?"

"Sure," I said, and I headed back downstairs.

By this time, Tim's wrists were red from struggling against the ropes, the veins on his penis were puffed up and very prominent, and the skin of his penis was dark purple. He had a solid erection, and his penis was wider than with a normal erection. I decided to see whether I could coax an orgasm out of him that way, so I turned off the shocking machine, but removed only the wire at the head of his penis.

After about half an hour of masturbating him, I became concerned about leaving the wire attached much longer and gave up on trying to bring him to orgasm. I took the wire off, and he promptly lost his erection.

I untied him, and we got dressed. "Well," I said, "at least we know one way for you to get an erection." That elicited a weak smile, but Tim didn't say anything.

We went upstairs, and he spent the rest of the afternoon watching TV while I got to work on mopping the kitchen floor. Now it's time to get supper started.

Sandi