In "ass" position My chattel must follow directly behind Me on all fours, with his nose permanently buried between My butt-cheeks. It's the perfect place for him to be, giving him the opportunity to inhale the glorious aromas of My divine body. I will even allow My chattel the heavenly honor of breathing in the smell of My sacred Sanctum juices. Yet, with every gift that comes from Me there is a price to pay. The cost for My boy is pain: the very stinging torment from My super thin fiberglass cane. I don't want to hear him scream, I don't want him to cry, I just want him to take the pain fr... Show more