Diapered Acolyte.

Great Aunt Maria really wasn’t interested in your blathering. The crossing of those mighty and booted legs should be a clue, as they point dangerously toward your cock.

The best thing is to admit that you belong to the sissy cocksucker club and that you liked that another man put his dick in your mouth and made you a sissy faggot.

After 3 months of being sealed in the suit, it is amusing and interesting to observe how, whenever the mouth zip is opened, its hole stretches wide and its tongue falls out and hangs there drooling, flexing, stretching until it is resealed. it learned early on that slave object mouths are not for making noise, conditioned into silence before the vocal chords were cut anyway.

it is grateful for the opportunity to move the only part of its body that can have contact with the outside world. it is probably desperately trying to communicate and anticipate what might be put in there. it of course has no way of knowing whether that will be a treat like a dog biscuit or a red hot cigar butt.

Does it still have hope that it might be a Cock, even though for three months the nearest it has got to its Owners Dick is when it has been used as a urinal, the cock held at least six inches from the hole.

it must be overjoyed when it gets to lick a filthy boot, all that stimulation, taste, the sensation of leather on tongue, the joy of a break from monotony, the sense that it is being useful.

After 3 months has it forgotten what it was, is it aware of anything other than its mouth and tongue? Has that become its identity?