A photo of one of the two spiked straps that get strapped around bitch-boy’s little member so, so tightly when it is soft and at its smallest. (Referred to in my journals. ) The silly creature only has himself to blame when my little tickles make him excited. He could choose not to get excited and avoid the pain altogether!
I have had bitch-boy in his little pink parody maid’s outfit a lot recently. The one that he had to shorten himself and the hem reaches only down to his hips. He is so shamed with his shaved genitals and his little clitty padlocked into its narrow tube on display. I had him clean the ground floor windows outside. How he begged not to have to do that, so attired. Of course, given his bottom is always on display in this uniform, I am generous with the cane because I love to see fresh red stripes as he gets on with his chores.