Among other trials and tribulations for bitch-boy today was nettles to his clitty while he was utterly helpless and legs spread wide in the gynaecological stirrups on the BDSM bed. Well, it has to be said the nettles were the most venomous I have ever used. Each and every light touch to his hard (Cialis hard) clitty brought forth the most pitiful and heartfelt cries and the sobbing just went on and on! Squirting my pure urine into his funnel gag from a large syringe didn’t take his mind off of the stinging at all, it seemed.
I would love to know what made these nettles so special. They are from the patch normally harvested for this purpose. Perhaps it was that they were only about 12 inches tall and sported the first large leaves of the season. Perhaps it was the wet, warm winter? Perhaps the cool spring we have had?
Six hours later and bitch-boy is still whimpering about the soreness he is feeling. Poor thing. LOL.