He always did what she told him to do. He was obedient. In fact, he loved being obedient - he craved to be obedient, especially to her. She was his whole world, and her approval meant everything to him.
Being naked in front of her was always humiliating for some strange reason. He didn't know why. His shame never diminished his desire for her attention. Not once, not even during this new activity that she had recently initiated with him.
He stood naked in front of the bathroom mirror. His feet were apart, his hands placed flat upon the surface of the marble vanity, patiently awaiting exactly how she had instructed him to be before she arrived. His body shivered in anticipation for what was about to happen.
The sound of the bathroom door opening broke his nervous trance. For a brief instant he caught a glimpse of her nude form. He quickly closed his eyes before she noticed. Viewing her naked body was forbidden unless he was given explicit permission to do so, and she demanded his eyes to be closed during the entire event until she told him to open them.
His brief glimpse of her was enough to create a mental snapshot of her in his mind's eye. The lushness of her dark pubic hair. The pink circles of the areolae on her breasts. Just enough to arouse him. Just enough to fuel his most forbidden fantasies of her.
The next thing he felt was her press her body against his back. Her soft breasts compressed between them. The hardness of her nipples against him betrayed her own arousal. He felt the wiry curls of her pubic hair against his buttocks.
She was slightly taller than him, at least for now. Her chin rested upon his right shoulder, her breath warm and audible in his ear. While his own eyes remained closed, he knew that she could view his complete nudity in the reflection of the mirror before them. He was focusing on the warmth of her body against his back when her slender left arm wrapped around his chest. That hand began to tease and gently tug his nipples, almost distracting him from the fact that her right hand had found his stomach and was slowly moving down toward his pelvis.
When her fingers first made contact with his penis, he shivered. "Your little penis is already getting hard and firm. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you?" she whispered in his ear. He nodded his head yes. "Wicked boy. Lusty boy," she whispered in response.
Her hand began gently caressing his genitals. "I like you hairless down there. That's more of an appropriate look for you. At least I can see your little erections now." The words cut through him. He knew he had a small penis, and she was only too willing to remind him of it. Despite the way it humiliated him so, it aroused him equally as much.
"Have you masturbated since the last time we did this?" He nodded his head no. "Are you sure? I'll know if you did." He reaffirmed his answer by nodding no again. "Good boy. I won't hesitate to place a cage on you to control your emissions if I feel it is necessary."
The prospect of being placed into chastity horrified him. His penis was already small. He knew all too well that, once caged and unable to achieve any erections whatsoever, it would atrophy and shrink even more.
He felt her fingers begin to search for his testicles. They examined and massaged each one. "Your little balls are firm and full. Bigger than usual. You've made a lot of sperm for me since the last time, haven't you?" He didn't respond this time, but simply basked at the sound of such sexual words coming from her mouth and into his ear. "I wonder what else is full? I think it's time to find out."
