Mommy told me she would kick me out of the house and we wouldn't be able to play any of our "reindeer games" anymore unless I begged her.
She was always like that – she not only made me do things that gave me a sick feeling in my stomach, but she made me beg to do them, betraying myself for the wanton pleasure of cumming (on those rare occasions when she allowed it).
A real boy wouldn't let his Mommy put his weenis in a little tube so it couldn't get hard and then lock it up, would he?
No, a real boy wouldn't let me do that." And Mary would chime in and say things like, "Oh, he loves being a femmy little girl-slut.
My jaw and my tongue were aching as badly as my still encased pussy-stick when I finally finished with the women.