That was last week. The cuffs looked ridiculous on my naked body, standing out against 240 pounds of pale flab. There were three rings embedded around the edge of each one, and I lifted each of them with one finger, feeling them fall. On one table an assortment of canes was laid out in various materials; I ran my fingers along one, imagining what it would feel like when it made contact with my tender ass. I barely thought about it as I slipped it down between my legs, pressing it sharply against my virgin sphincter. The smallest was only slightly larger than my thumb. I took long deep breaths through my nose, trying not to choke, and held up the phone, turning it so I could see myself on the screen using the camera.
