Fiction : the femdom place
Then she went on her way, without saying anything or speaking to anyone. I started to cry. I was not used to all of this. The other slaves looked at me with an air of mixed empathy and neutrality. They had all known that, and probably even worse ...
No sooner had I raised my head than another girl came out of the pool.
- Spread your legs, slave.
Marie grabs my hair to force me to obey. She holds me straight in front of my new executioner.
*20 (B), 15 (A), 10 (B), 10 (C), 30 sec*
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