My name was Katie... I guess it still is. I still hear Mary call me that sometimes. A cockring doesn't really need a name, does it? But maybe I am still special. More than I was as a human, at least. Am I rambling? I'm rambling. It's been at least eight years since I had the opportunity to talk... maybe more, but eight years the last I heard. I don't have the best sense of time anymore. Still rambling. I'd stop, but... you hooked me up to this thing just to ramble, didn't you, Daryl?
I'd ask how you liked Mary's cock, but after all, I had a better seat than she did. The vibrations from your tongue and from your ass - the droplets of cum and lube and and sweat just the tiniest amount of... ahem. Yeah, I think you liked it just fine. Glad to be of service. Maybe next time she'll let you wear me. Though I'm not sure how well I'd fit a cock that's not tailor-made. You know, she never did get her cherry popped, back when there was still something to pop - boy, has she made up for lost time.
How much did she tell you about the night she got me, anyway? I mean, I heard her tell you I was a "frenemy," and that it was the same night she got her penis, but did she mention that if things had gone just a little differently, it'd be her in my ass instead of me on her cock? Only she'd be unaware. You were right, Mary - I had no intention of letting you go. Ah, memories...