You Must Not Cum
I pulled the chain tight that was hooked to the spiked collar around her neck, making her raise her head to get her attention.“Yes, master?” she asked, as her blonde hair fell around her neck, covering the collar.I loved how the eye liner ran down her face with tears shed from the tie straps tight around her nipples. They were loose enough to fill them with blood, but tight enough to keep them numb.“Tell me you love being my slave,” I said as I ran my hand through her tangled blonde hair.“I...
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