eenslaved:Gloved fingers slid through her hair, tangled, and then began to pull back and back. The

eenslaved: Gloved fingers slid through her hair, tangled, and then began to pull back and back. The girl’s head was drawn back and her throat revealed. Those same fingers unbuckled the cherry red ball gag strapped tightly to her face. There were faint marks on the girl’s face that made it obvious should anyone had seen her that she was a naughty girl who needed such things. The ball gag was, temporarily, deposited to the side. “You don’t want to to get put back in the locker, do you?” “No,” she cried. “Are you sure you wouldn’t like that?” the woman asked. “The locker always makes you wet, you slutty thing.” The girl thought, of course the locker made her wet. Her Mistress always put her away in it with a vibrator raging away inside her at just the right speed. All day the girl had to be extra, extra good, in order to earn the gag. The gag was her reward. The girl wasn’t very good at being quiet, and she knew she needed the gag. She hated it. Hated that she needed it, hated that she needed to work for it, that she needed to earn the right to have her mouth stuffed and silenced. Her Mistress’s other hand landed on the girl’s shoulder. The other petted her shoulder. The tails of the flogger trailed down, tickling the girl’s breast and trembling stomach. The girl’s glossy hair was mussed. Her fresh, pink skin had gotten a little sweaty and sticky, but it was still pink. A little red, even. Stripes made the slutty thing look ever so good. Her Mistress’ leather-clad fingers dipped down under the girl’s skirt. The girl squirmed. She kept her hands at her side as if they were locked there. That was one of the rules. The vibrator had slipped almost entirely out of the girl’s body.  “Tsk, tsk. You’ll have to work on that.” She slid the vibrator out. It was coated with the girl’s slick juices. She held it to the girl’s berry colored lips and pressed it into the hot, sweet mouth. Deeper, and deeper. The girl held it there, halfway down her throat it seemed, her neck still arched. When the girl’s Mistress eased the vibrator back out, the girl’s eyes were heavy and glazed. Her lips were very shiny and wet, and she was panting a little. “Ok,” the girl’s Mistress said, “You can stay outside the locker for a little while longer. Such a good playtoy.” -- source link

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