He heard a metallic sound to his right, the direction of the telly table. Then it was closer, right next to his ear, a swooshing sound of metal on metal followed by a click. In his other ear her voice whispered, ‘Can you tell what it is yet?’
Despite his mind being somewhat zoned out, he concentrated on the sound, swoosh click, swoosh click. His blood ran cold.
'Scissors, Your Shininess.’ It wasn’t a question. He knew the answer.
‘Good boy.’
Having removed her shoes she was quick to move, silently around him until she was able to place the tip of blunted surgical scissors just above his belly button. Of course to him, it would feel sharp and dangerous, she saw his cock twitch under its clear prison.
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