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The ordination of the consequences of my choices were proximate to my being bratty with Sir. Sometimes I just get caught up in the moment and my mouth gets me into more trouble than I had originally planned. Though sometimes, that’s still a positive outcome for me. This, however, was not to be one of those times.
Ordination
Sir bound me to a chair. My arms and legs tied securely to the structure. Then he brought out a pair of scissors and cut my shirt down the front catching the front of my bra as well, so my breasts and belly were exposed between the edges of my clothing. He cut my pants up the legs and waist shearing my panties in the process and allowing the fabric to fall open exposing me to his smoldering gaze.
Sliding his fingers between my pussy lips he closed the distance between our faces just forcing me to stare into his eyes as he worked my body into a heightened state of awareness. A sigh of “yes” aspirated from between my lips as he found my clit and flicked and pinched it. A moaned “no” was heard when his hand moved away.
He moved to a nearby drawer and pulled out the violet wand. Immediately my body tensed and I began to beg him not to use that evil implement on me. I began to babble and apology for being a smart ass. I’d rather take the harshest caning than the lightest discharge from that thing.
Hearing him turn it on brought tears to my eyes. He knew how much I feared the violet wand or any kind of electric play for that matter. There would be no mercy for me tonight.
Zesty Zoey
1-844-332-2639 Ext 403