They had breakfast. Dee made the scrambled eggs on toast and Andy made the coffee. They sat across the little kitchen table and smiled at each other as their feet stroked and intertwined with each other. She was dressed only in her firm classical underwear, nylon stockings and shiny satin knickers; and he just in his shorts and shirt. Andy kept his look on her, scanning up and down her erotic figure and marvelling at the effect of the corsetry on her mature body. And remembering her responses to their activities; some simple and erotic, others on the edge of perversion. It was hard to believe that she was 68 years of age.
Dee didn't speak as they ate and he wondered what she had in mind for this Sunday morning.
After they had tidied the table and placed the utensils in the dishwasher, they held each other standing near the table and then kissed; complete with coffee and toast flavours. Andy was surprised and pleased at his own response: no sense of disgust or even displeasure. Dee seemed to revel in the tastes in his mouth and probed deeply among his teeth. She roamed her hands over his almost-naked body. Up to his shoulders and down his chest, over his torso and down his thighs, and round to his buttocks. And inevitably back to the package hanging inside the shorts; which she cradled on her hands and tugged gently.
He thought to himself, "This old woman feels so sexy in my hands and she knows no boundaries to her sensations. Amazing. What next?
After only a few minutes of this cuddling and feeling, Dee spoke quietly, "Time to change my plug," and led him back towards the bedroom.
She turned to face him as they stood next to her chest of drawers and cupboard; and continued, "First I have an idea I'd like to try very much with you. Please?" she was asking.
"OK," was his obvious reply: whatever this woman wanted, he knew it would be interesting at least and probably exciting.
Dee opened the bottom drawer, and Andy noticed that it held a real jumble of objects and clothing, apparently thrown in without regard to purpose or location. She lifted out a little blue velvet bag with a black ribbon holding it closed at the neck.
"I'd like to put this on you, if you agree, and then we'll see what happens after that," she said, still quietly, and reached down to tug at his shorts.
As if instructed, Andy pushed his shirts down and stood out of them.
Dee took hold of his scrotum and penis; holding him far back at his pubic bone. She wrapped the fingers and thumb of her right hand around the root of the whole package and squeezed a little. Andy felt the squeeze and would have flinched at the slight discomfort except that he was intrigued at her intention; so he kept still and silent.
Dee knelt down in front of him and that excited him a little. He could see down the top of the corselette to view the firm roundness of her breasts inside the bra-top, and the curve of her torso over the flattened curve of her belly and the so to the stocking tops. His erection began to resume; just a little.
Dee looked up at him and smiled, "Oh, he's at it again," she said as if his erection was a third person in their company. She giggled in her girlish way.
She opened the ribbon of the bag and took out a shiny round object that Andy did not recognise.
"Hold up your shirt and look forward," she instructed and proceeded to grip his scrotal package again; right down to his pubic bone.
She had opened the shiny metal object on a hinge and wrapped it around the root and the beginning of his penis. She closed it with a click and kneeled backwards to let Andy see the effect.
He was astounded. The shiny object was a stainless steel collar, very smooth with no sharp edges, and about 2½ inches in length and just squeezing his root a little; not enough to cut off blood supply or any sensation. It was cleverly shaped with a slight flare at the pubic end. It just held his scrotum, testicles and penis away from his groin.
