1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
I watch you from the corner of the room, your eyes glued to the damp spot on the carpet. You’re on your hands and knees, nose twitching as you inhale the scent of my arousal. I can’t help but smirk at your pathetic display. You’re my slave, my plaything, and you know it.
“What do we have here?” I purr, sauntering over to you. I place a foot on your back, forcing you to look up at me. “Caught you sniffing my panties, did you?”
You nod, eyes wide and pleading. I can see the desperation in your gaze, the way your dick strains against your pants. You want me, need me, and you know I have the power to give you what you crave.
“Well,” I say, tapping my foot against your back. “I think that deserves a punishment.” Continue reading “Golden Nectar Punishment For Slave”