On one table an assortment of canes was laid out in various materials; I ran my fingers along one, imagining what it would feel like when it made contact with my tender ass. My heart thudding, I fingered the brass one, praying that I hadn’t come all this way for nothing. I poked my head carefully behind the wardrobe, but while the assemblage of metal and chains I’d seen the other night was still there, the leg, and the body attached to it, was not. I let myself hang there for a minute or so, shaking my breasts a couple times, and then bracing on my toes as best I could, I tried to heave myself upwards to free the wrist cuffs from the hooks above. I’d cried myself to sleep one night watching a Mistress gently pet her slavegirl to orgasm, knowing that no-one would ever love me like that. I let my tongue run around the head, and then down the shaft, imagining that it was a real cock, my first real cock, trying to ignore the plastic taste. I kicked my flip-flops off and pushed my jeans quickly down, hopping around on one foot to pull the pants free. I had never had an orgasm, not a proper one. A black penis gag, maybe four inches deep, with a
