Woke up this morning with a hell of a hard on. My room is right next to the kitchen. Stacy was getting breakfast. I asked her if I could play with it.
S: You can play with it until I leave, and then you need to put your little toy away. You also need to clean the bathrooms today. All four of them.
me: What if it doesn't get done?
S: Then no intercourse for you tonight, and it's going to be a very long time until ejaculation day for you.
I played with it for about fifteen minutes almost blowing a load several times.
S: Okay, I gotta go. Awww...I can tell by looking at your face, you're in no shape to be making decisions about your penis this morning. I'll make it easy for you.
She grabbed the spikes. This device is designed to grab and hold on to a flaccid penis, and she was putting it on a half hard cock at best.
me: No, it won't fit.
S: just wait, I can make it work.
She closed it on the half hard shaft squeezing tightly, driving the twenty sharp screws of the device in the shaft of my cock until she could get the plastic security lock on it.
S: There, that will make it easier for you this morning. You just weren't looking like you were going to have the discipline to move on with your day without a making a major mistake. That's ID# 2419. It better say 2419 when I get home.
Pics of my cock crushed by spikes. She could have waited a bit until it got softer.