Part three of “J’s” fetish phone sex fantasy! Check out the rest on my other blogs!
There was no way to avoid it and I started to feel that I had to vomit, but that was no option either: all what could come up was going in to the tube and then again back in to me. I don’t know how long I was being used as a toilet, I sure was busy. The training facility I was in was not a small facility. I was enslaved because, after the restrictions about having porn on your computer, I still kept searching the net for guys with a rubber fetish, naked slaves, etc. The new rules were made for protecting minors and since I was living alone and well in my 60’s I didn’t pay much attention. But one day there was a knock on the door and there were four officers from. My heart dropped, but you have to be polite to those officials, so I invited them in. Two officers grabbed me by the arms, the other two went for the search of my computer. I must say that I had made it easy for them because, when they knocked on the door, I was in the middle of an rubber fetish story. They closed my laptop, and I was marched out of the door, a door I would, and will, never see again.