The Bureau Of Pleasure Control 9
Kristen tapped her ID card to the sensor on the side of the subject’s Bureau-issued chastity device. The cage disconnected from its frame with a click, and the subject let out a tremulous breath of anticipation, as Kristen eased the tight wire restraint off of his already dripping cock, allowing the blood to flow in. “Would you look at that?” Kristen sighed, crouching down with her hands on the man’s knees, to watch the appendage bob and stretch and stand up. It took the man a moment to recognize the gentle command in her words. His head was tilted back, eyes closed, and when he lifted it to obey her, he forced his gaze onto his cock for only a moment, before looking past it to her face. “Are you scared?” Kristen asked him. “Does …