"Very good, Ken," Borodir chuckled."Very good, Ken," Borodir chuckled. "Turn around and take a look at yourself in the mirror." I did as he instructed. In the mirror set up at the far end of the stone-built terrace, I looked at myself. The white- leather harness, tooled with fanciful shapes and flowing with silver paint in places, covered my torso but left my groin completely exposed. The boots about my feet were made of the same leather, with a small 'mane' of hair running down the backs of my calves. But the wings, oh, the wings... they extended two meters in both directions, a full four-point-five meters across. Magnificent white in color, with the feathers large and evenly spaced, they blazed brightly in the sunlight. "The sight excites you, doesn't it, Ken?" "Oh, yes sir," I sighed softly. I felt blood flowing into my groin, and my exposed nudity made that all the more obvious as I became erect, my cock throbbing hard before me. "Very good," he chuckled, batting at my erection playfully. |