Trapped in the Gates of Hell
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The other night Alexandra locked my penis in a Gates of Hell to which she attached a leash. Sometimes it was a struggle to keep up as I followed her on my knees. Sadly I lost my erection and the Gates of Hell fell off. While it lasted I felt myself less than a dog on a leash.
My inconsistent erections probably mean I'll find my scrotal sac alone collared and leashed. Funny how a small bit of leather gives an owner instant omnipotence.
