It had helped. But she'd masturbated again and now it was time to prove she was in control.
Daisy got up and put the vibrator away in her bottom drawer. She made the bed, smoothing out the sheets she and Ben would be sleeping on later. Or making love. If she was lucky.
She looked in the closet and selected a pleasant outfit for the office, professional looking but still feminine and attractive. Then, she opened her underwear drawer and looked down. Right on top was a navy blue pair of boyshorts. Peter liked those. They had a two inch lace decoration around the bottom, she remembered him running his fingers along her skin underneath her skirt, her cunt getting soaked, her eyes closed. The first time she'd let him touch her, back in Las Vegas. She closed her eyes and thought of his mouth on hers, then, without a word, how his hand went to her nipple and started pinching. He'd established his control over her that quickly and calmly, without a word, with just that simple gesture of ownership. She slammed the drawer shut and ran back to the desk, sat down with her legs splayed open and read more of the story.
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punana screamed as a wooden ruler smacked the undersides of its huge titties. It hit punana again and again, two dozen times in half as many seconds. Then a second one was added along the inside of its left thigh, and a third on its right. More came down on its belly and then they were everywhere, the sound echoing through the room, punana's body on fire, its moans betraying its arousal. A strong hand pulled at its ankles then it felt the bite of a belt smacking its cunt. Whoever was swinging it wasn't holding anything back, the leather landed dead-center every time, pounding at its cunt lips and swollen clitoris. Fingers were holding its lips open now and it heard the sickening sound of the leather beating its soaking damp pussy.
After several minutes, they all stopped again and punana heard itself begging for more. "More" was quick in coming. punana felt fingers pulling at its nipples, stretching them, then clamping something around them that bit hard with didn't cut the flesh. More metal against punana's titties, then pressure. The devices were stretching its nipples. It had felt this before and it scared punana. The pleasure/pain of the nipple stretching were confusing and punana was terrified. A hand started massaging punana's cunt and it started moaning. The nipple stretchers were relentless, the pain shot through its body but it kept cumming, muttering incoherently now, the pain washing over it and arousing it, cum squirting into the air and running down the front of its body, slicking its belly and titties while the stretchers pulled harshly at its nipple flesh. It felt something sliding into its ass and groaned. They were taking their pleasure now, fucking punana's ass. punana closed its eyes, it was useful now and it felt fulfilled.
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