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“I miss you, I'll be good!” Patrick entered the kitchen in a hurry in the morning, making another effort not to pay his daughter any attention, though he couldn't help but noticing that somewhere in the night she had turned into a brat again as she cycled through her raw emotions. “You fucking prick!” she screamed with enough hysteria in her voice to make it difficult to understand her, as she still struggled against the chain that held her there. “I hate you! I swear to God, I hate you! I want to leave!” Patrick grabbed his car keys from the table before he turned and left for work. The fear had clung onto Violet to begin with, especially during the night in the dark. Then the anger and frustration again, which felt like it was going to tear through her chest when she saw him that morning. The discomfort was not nice, but she had become accustomed to the hardness and coldness of the floor after a few hours, and she found she could even manage to sleep. It was the boredom she struggled with most. She counted the tiles on the floor, hummed herself songs and even tried to masturbate. The lack of stimulation made it difficult to avoid the thoughts and emotions she had been trying to keep out for over a decade, and soon after they took hold she found herself staring into space with no concept of how much time had passed. Patrick continued this torture for a week. Violet hadn't spoken at all on the second day – perhaps she thought that would be the key to her release. So Patrick was surprised to hear her address him quite calmly on the third day. He had been leaning against the kitchen counter, smoking a cigarette. “Daddy?” Violet said quietly, the word catching in her throat. She hadn't had a drink in days. Patrick ignored her, taking another drag of his cigarette and watching the smoke swirl through the tugging air as he blew it out. “Daddy, I need the toilet,” she whimpered. Patrick continued to ignore her and Violet continued to repeat the request. “I need the toilet. Please, I fetish really need to go!” She sat with one bare leg crossed over the other, squirming on the floor so her chain rattled against the metal of the radiator. She began to cry softly as she realised she could hold it in no longer. Shaking with effort and emotion, Violet felt the warm stream of piss begin to pool on the floor around her and she couldn't help but sigh at the relief of it. She felt her face burn bright red as she glanced up and saw her father looking at her for the first time in days. A day ago, she would have given anything for his handjob attention, but now it made her want to die. Her cries turned into shoulder-shaking sobs and she hid her face in her hands as the pissing continued and covered her legs. Patrick made sure to look directly at her as the yellow liquid spread out on the floor, watching her humiliation as intently as he could. As soon as she stopped, he docked out his cigarette and left the room. On the fourth day, Violet woke early in the morning, still covered in her own urine from the night before. Some of it had dried, but she could feel it and smell it on her skin and the small pool on the floor had left her shivering in the night. Her chain was too short to allow her to move away from it massage and sit somewhere dry. Patrick walked into the kitchen on that morning, dressed for work. He held a bottle of water in his hand, the kind with the cap that pulls up and needs to be sucked. femdom Savannah went over to Dan. Nothing from HER side of the closet, obviously. They both walk me down the hallway to my bedroom. “Did they say what it will do?” asked Murph. surprise she said she does and found it very exciting but dosent feel comfortable doing it with her current Lucky for me my cousin Avery fell upon some bad luck. "What are you, the coffee massage whisperer?" she muttered, and nodded. In less than a minute they both were fast asleep. The both also remembered that this was the first place that they had a real conversation. She stood up and patted herself down with her napkin. "Okay," I said softly, tugging "let me know when you're done, we'll go to your place." “What the fuck is wrong with me?” she asked herself. After he left Aaron, Les and I kept the conversation going. “Oh”, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, I said, “Okay.” I gave one last glare at the guy in there who was scared shitless. Her pussy juices were flowing now, and she was pounding me from below as much as I handjob was pounding her from above. I don’t believe he had ever seen them with his own eyes. And Mom, please... yes, yes, you must have read my fetish mind. The warcry was often enough to slow and daze opponents, sometimes even rendering them unconscious acting similar to a human stun grenade, but Aurora was unphased. Something that will show off more of our bodies. 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