Bob remains the love of my life, the fountain of my admiration! Handsome beyond words, virile and composed, sexually insatiable in many ways, Bob has become what every woman wants - in addition to her own husband, of course. In the intimacy of our extra-marital affairs I enjoy massaging his prostate, deeply and slowly, my fingers moving very deliberately to induce maximum pleasure. Bob enjoys staring at pictures of my college-graduate stepdaughter, Blanca, and I in turn never ever travel anywhere without a picture of my husband. Therefore, Bob would like down or kneel legs wide apart or be on his side, staring at my stepdaughter and my husband. At times I would milk his prostate; other times, I would just let it ride leaving him wild with desire for me.

It would be so selfish of me to keep Bob all to myself. Yes, I want to openly share his sexuality. But I do not want Bob in another woman's pussy. Sorry, girls, that's just how it is. So I started to take Bob to shemale bars, encouraging Bob to date shemales in my presence. Bob gets the look and feel and perfumed scent and long hair and soft skin and fine lingerie and nice tits. But no pussy.

At shemale bars and parties I sit at a discrete distance, my tablet in hand. From my vantage point I can remotely actuate the micro devices and massage his prostate. Bob cannot do anything about it, thousands of tiny fingers massaging it in every direction possible, his ass squirming all over the place. I can remotely actuate the dome of micro electrodes imbedded on the head of his lovely penis, alternately squeezing it tighter than if it were under my foot. Or I can remotely actuate the dome and expand and engorge the head of his lovely penis until it's as big as a plum - and just as purple and rich and luscious!

The shemales enjoy Bob. Sexual, virile, great company. Standing totally naked, his lovely penis throbbing in midair, and for no reason all of a sudden compressed or engorged and his ass whirling away. Many times many shemales would whip out theirs and climax together, bathing my darling Bob in their sticky cum. Or just for fun I would walk over, have Bob kneel on all fours, open his ass wide with two thumbs, and invite the shemales to cum in his ass.

Invariably all this excitement and drinking lots of water makes me pee. I only pee in Bob's mouth. Only. And not a single drop goes to waste. None!

I started finger-fucking his pee hole.

What a joy!

Bob manicures my pinky very closely and perfectly smooth every time we are together. Sooner or later, he knows my pinky will finger-fuck his cute and tiny pee hole. It's so much fun!

Pammy, a girl from the office, read about this and came over to try. Alas, her fingers are too stubby and she could not get it in.

What a shame...

Which brings us to the next procedure.

I set up an appointment with Gail, a family urologist with a reputation for creative aggression. With Bob on the stirrups, legs raised up high and widely parted, Gail examined Bob while the two shemales looked on. I sat next to Bob, comforting him and reassuring everything we were doing was for my pleasure. To go with the prostate micro devices and the micro electrodes deeply imbedded into the head of his lovely penis, Gail suggested and extremely imaginative solution.

Bob screamed and protested and the shemales had to restrain him. It must have been excruciatingly painful for Bob. In an about fifteen minutes, the procedure was over. Dr. Gail smiled, very satisfied.

Basically it is a nano tube of carbon mesh filaments. It is slipped into Bob's pee hole and guided all the way in, the entire length of his lovely penis from pee hole to bladder. After ten days' rest, the mesh is completely absorbed by the urethra.

It is permanently installed. And cannot be removed.

Again, it too is remotely controlled.

From my tablet I can, at will, open up his urethra so wide even Pammy's stubby fingers can finger-fuck his pee hole. Or even wider, if I want, to accept a toothbrush for maximum hygiene.

I can dilate his urethra so much that his pee shoots out in one massive burst opening the dam.

Alternately of course I can contract his urethra so tiny that his pee stream is a very long, precisely directed narrow beam of pee. I can make his pee hole almost invisibly tiny!

At will!

Now I can manage Bob's sexuality remotely - from across the shemale bar or from any part of the world!

And there is nothing Bob can do about it!

Massage his prostate.

Squeeze and compress his lovely penis.

Dilate or shut his pee hole.

Or all at once.

Or any combination I want.

Such is Bob's desperation that he will do everything and anything I want just to be freed from his torment. If I say, "Bob, see that lovely tranny over there? Be a good man and suck her cock. NOW."

Either Bob does it or Bob does it. The choice does not exist. The sexual torment would be too much for him.

His reward for good behavior? I pee in his mouth, of course!

One evening we were having a great time with Bob's shemale friends and their dates. Flirting and kissing and fondling and all sorts of physical stimulation. Bob's micro devices were all set on Turbo Random Wild: prostate, head, and urethral mesh. The shemales were masturbating. It was apparent that Bob would explode sooner than later.

He did.

Everyone there SAW Bob's body entering its climax contractions and convulsions.

Everyone there SAW Bob's lovely penis throb and shake. Violently.

Everyone there SAW that NOTHING came out.

In a moment of sheer friskiness, I had clamped down Bob's urethra.

Completely.

Hours later, when Bob needed to pee, I asked a shemale to sip Bob's pee. Much to her surprise - and everyone's delight - Bob's pee was mixed with an abundant load of his cum.

Bob, my lovely darling, you finally learned how to retro-ejaculate into your bladder!