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“I know you want to come, kitten, but you’ll just have to learn to be more disciplined.” He placed one hand on her back and patted her stomach. “I’ll let you when you’ve earned it.” “Yecchh, ayyee.” She mumbled. Megan would not have thought it possible for her captor to make her even more miserable than she was that morning, but this guy kept on out-doing himself. “Atta girl. Now, I believe you have some dishes to wash.” He smacked her ass then gave an authoritative shove toward the nightstand with the finished breakfast platter. She yelped and managed to not fall over; she had grown too accustomed to the fetters to let that happen. Such familiarity with her unwanted bonds was disturbing and brought her mind back to the hope of either rescue or a chance for escape. Megan sauntered off to the kitchen dutifully, praying that none of the other kidnappers were there already, while Master sat back on the bed and decided to browse Tumblr. He was subscribed to dozens of blogs dedicated to bondage and knew that a quick trip through his feed would present him with hundreds of ideas for the next round of punishments. Such an activity was guaranteed to arouse him, though, and he had already pledged to not penetrate Megan until she reached a certain level of desperation to complete an orgasm. One image offered a possible solution: a young woman was blindfolded, kneeling in front of her ‘dom’ masturbation with her hands zip-tied behind her back and her mouth propped open with a ring gag, unknowingly awaiting the erect member in front of her. Oral sex wouldn’t spoil his plan, he thought to himself. It was a solution he would consider, but before he could check to see if he remembered to pack such a gag, another image caught his attention. This one of a submissive in a French maid outfit (sans the top), with nipple clamps attached to a tray of champagne glass she was holding, mercilessly weighing down her bare breasts. As much as he loved the whole girl-next-door look Megan pulled off in her casual ensemble, he couldn’t help thinking of all the different costumes that would enhance her bondage. This would have to wait until they brought the new slaves to their main compound, as his crew hadn’t brought any equipment other than the essentials for the job, but there was plenty of fetish clothing in his own collection that he knew she would look delightful in. Just imagining that nubile brunette bound, gagged and serving him coffee while dressed as a slutty nurse or cleaning his boots in a bunny costume was enough to get him stirring again. He also considered the cat ears she was already wearing; perhaps they would go well with a latex bodysuit of some kind or even work with the basic maid outfit, even if it was a bit clichéd.The running water from the kitchen sink could be heard faintly in the bedroom, which led Master to wonder what else might be audible. He had never checked to see what the range on that remote was, either, but realized that clicking the ‘on’ button would answer both questions. Judging by the volume of her groaning that echoed down the hall once he pressed it, the range was considerable. Megan tried to focus on washing the dishes with a sponge, but with the tiny motor reverberating against her, that was like trying to study while music blared in your ears. It was also difficult to stand, given that her legs shook considerably whenever she was stimulated this intensely. Her increased heartbeat was expected, yet made unpleasant by the collar that restricted her throat and the ball gag that forced her to exhale mostly out of her nose. Eventually she gave into the sensation, as she did before, figuring she might as well find some sort of pleasure wherever she could if her captors were so intent on depriving her of it. She gripped the side of the counter and straddled one the bottom cupboard’s metallic knobs, rubbing her leather-veiled crotch up and down. It was a gratifying 30 seconds amateur until the vibrator stopped right as she was shower on the cusp of release, turning her moans into cries of frustration. “All part of the plan.” Master chuckled to himself. He took a considerable risk by having these sessions when he couldn’t watch and monitor her, but was confident that a time length of two minutes or less was safe. Everything was hand-washed and placed on the drying rack by noon, at which point Megan realized something. He hadn’t ordered masturbating her to come back by a certain time and was probably too occupied with his tablet to notice the sink being turned off. Plus, all his ‘associates’ were hanging out in a different side of the house, possibly leaving the front entrance unguarded. If there was going to be a time to check for an opportunity to escape, this was it. She walked as quietly as possible through the kitchen and dining room, past the bathroom and to the steps of the foyer. Peeking carefully around the wall, she saw there was no one else in sight, Brunette nor could should hear any other footsteps or voices. Her restraints wouldn’t allow her to run or scream effectively, but she figured it was little more than 100 yards to the public road where she could wave somebody down for help, and that wouldn’t take too long to walk. She was just about to sneak over to the front door when a different one slammed behind her. I wanted him in me. I feel the sooner the better.” I say to Jennifer. “Oh boy, you really screwed the pooch this time” he snickered. I close my eyes, shower imagining her in every position available in front of me, demanding the attention she wants. I hummed a moan into her leaking depths, watching her as she watched me, caressing myself where masturbating I was vacant and aching with need. I looked over at Guy, who was stroking his now re-hardened cock. He wondered if he might be going just a little bit mad because he hadn’t refuted any of masturbation Fontane’s assertions and now, his imagination spun with more what-ifs and the enticing possibilities of Fontane’s last statement. She took his hand and smiled. When I see that guy, Brunette I’m going to have to thank him properly,” She says with a big smile clearly in her voice. amateur With the blindfold on Bard couldn’t see Dave signaling to Tim. She shook up Prema ” Prema, listen, can you bunk class and accompany me to beauty clinic for bridal make up and mehendi?