CHAPTER 30
slut awoke that morning as she had for the previous several days. lizbeth,
still under the cloud of haughtiness that Miss Karen had perceived, had been
assigned a number of duties that kept her busy from predawn until well after
dark. Among those duties was awakening slut by opening the dog cage and
stroking her sex until she was wet. It was a torment for slut, but a delicious
one. They weren't permitted to speak, and so slut could simply remain bound, as
she was each night inside the cage, and enjoy the moment, brief as it was.
lizbeth and slut had formed a sort of sympathetic friendship ever since the day
they had been bound together and ordered to remain "mouth to cunt" on the
concrete floor of the garage. Sharing such experiences tends to create
kinships, and slut felt very much like a sister to lizbeth even though their
contacts were brief and mainly silent.
slut was the first of the household property to be awakened each morning.
lizbeth was on a strict timeline and had to next awaken amy in precisely ten
minutes. This would allow slut to stretch a bit, then awaken pig and take it
out into the back yard where slut would first prepare herself for the day, then
pig. amy would have ten minutes to clean up and prepare for the day by using
the powder room off the garage before henry was to have access to it.
amy typically slept in Miss Karen's master bedroom, either at the foot of the
bed or between the mistresses. lizbeth had whispered to slut at one point that
amy could be trusted not to announce any timing errors on her part as long as
she wasn't put in a position that it would be obvious she was in collusion with
lizbeth.
Though lizbeth would not risk taking advantage of amy's trust for more than just
a few minutes each morning, it did afford her some extra time to spend alone
with slut. slut knew that lizbeth savored those minutes as they represented the
only seconds of any given day that she had any control over anything.
Sometimes lizbeth would rush her own preparations in the powder room to gain a
couple of minutes, then delay awakening amy for a couple of minutes, thereby
giving herself as many as five or six minutes with slut. This only worked when
amy slept on the floor rather than in the bed with the mistresses. The risk
that one of them might awaken and take note of the time as amy climbed out of
bed was much too high. As a result, lizbeth's opportunities could not be
predicted.
slut came to understand lizbeth to be a very giving person, as most mornings
started with lizbeth bringing her to the brink of orgasm before releasing her
from the cage. While her instructions were only to get slut wet before
releasing her, taking it just one step further would not be likely to result in
punishment, mainly because it would be difficult to prove. It would be an
entirely different circumstance if lizbeth were caught receiving pleasure, or
permitting slut to enjoy an orgasm.
Though it was forbidden and caused a great deal of anxiety in both of them when
it happened, every few days lizbeth would take a chance by kissing slut
passionately after releasing her from the cage. slut looked forward to those
moments. She fully understood that she had transcended from being a strict
heterosexual who had been forced into lesbian practices, to being bisexual.
Being kissed by lizbeth had become the high point of her day, when it happened.
She longed for it. lizbeth had taught her to accept her tongue, and to allow it
free reign in her mouth. She was permitted to suck it and to tease it with her
own tongue, but was to remain submissive even in receiving kisses.
This morning lizbeth must have checked to see that amy was sleeping on the floor
at the foot of Miss Karen's bed, because she was spending more than the usual
amount of time warming slut's cunt up for the day. slut could not help but moan
softly at the gentle stroking of her hardened clit. After a few minutes,
lizbeth whispered very quietly, "You are to be sent off for your modifications
tomorrow. I will miss you."
slut had gotten accustomed to the piercing Miss Karen had installed in her
tongue, but would likely never be able to speak normally again. "What
modificathuns?", she whispered back, nervously.
"Lips, breasts, nipples. Your clitoris is to be exposed, too!"
lizbeth's tone was not alarming at all, but enthusiastic.
"Expothed?"
"Yes. You'll be deliciously tormented every day that you live afterward!"
"Ethpothed?", slut asked, still confused.
"Yes, silly! A doctor will remove all of the flesh surrounding this big, hard
clitoris of yours so that it is always available to your owners!"
"Ownerth?", slut asked, perplexed by the use of the plural.
"Enough now. Be quiet. Just remember all will be well. I will see you in a
few weeks." lizbeth then began unlocking slut's wrists from her ankles.
slut was weak in the knees when lizbeth helped her out of the cage and into a
standing position. It was pitch black, as it always was at five o'clock in the
morning in that garage. lizbeth pecked slut on her lips before turning away to
go awaken amy.
slut began her day by awakening pig and removing it from it's hut. The last
several days had been difficult ones for pig, and today was to be no exception.
Miss Tawny had decided to use pig as a human canvas and had been working on a
tattoo mural that had already covered nearly all of the creature's back. The
final result was to be a gift to Miss Karen, so pig needed to be cleaned and
prepared quickly so that slut could secure it in the guest bedroom before either
of the mistresses awoke. Miss Tawny had been spending as much as five hours a
day working on her project, but since she preferred to work when the mood struck
her, pig needed to be ready at all times.
henry had put pig away the evening before, so slut hadn't seen the results of
the previous day's session on pig's back. Not that it mattered. While slut was
curious to see how the work was progressing, she was so distracted by lizbeth's
comments about being sent away for modifications to her body that she could
barely think. Each time she convinced herself that her new life had settled
into a sort of routine that she could cope with, something always happened that
made it even worse. Or, better. She couldn't decide and knew it was best not
to think, but to do. She led pig out into the back yard for their morning
preparation. The sun had not yet begun to rise.
Karen stretched, slowly awakening from a deep and restful sleep. amy was softly
kissing her breasts, which was yet another of the many things Karen had counted
among those she would miss most when she returned to duty. Having the slaves
awaken you as you specify certainly tends to put a positive spin on the day to
come, she thought. Without opening her eyes, she felt for Tawny. Finding the
bed empty, she pulled amy atop her to continue working on her breasts. Karen
had grown very fond of amy. She was a waifish little wisp of a thing - one of
those girls that could easily be overlooked. But she was perfectly
proportioned, cute, and very sexy. She was just small. Karen liked small.
Well, she liked cute and sexy, too. She smiled to herself, guiding amy's lips
to her hard left nipple.
"My my!", Tawny exclaimed when she entered the bedroom. "Leave them alone for a
second and they forget all about you!"
"Bitch.", Karen groaned sleepily. "Ruining my fun again." She kept her hands
on amy's head, ensuring she did not stop. "Why don't you just run along and
draw pictures on pig?"
"Oh. Now I'm really hurt. I had hoped you'd beg me to join you!", Tawny
answered sarcastically. "You'll be so happy when you see the finished work."
"Uh huh. I'm sure of that because it has to be good enough to justify how much
precious time you're spending working on it. I leave in a week, you know."
Tawny had moved over next to the bed. Karen finally opened her eyes to see her
beautiful friend leaning over her, then opened her mouth to accept her kiss.
Tawny was fresh out of the shower, and she smelled great. He hair was still
damp as it dangled down over Karen's neck and shoulders. It tickled. She
accepted her friend's sensuously probing tongue, allowing it to explore the
familiar territory of her mouth. Karen moaned softly. She would miss Tawny's
kisses, too. Karen felt her desire growing, and spread her knees out to allow
amy to settle in between them. amy knew just what to do, and placed her smooth
sex directly over Mistress Karen's, just as she liked it. amy was a quick
study, and had learned the nuances of Karen's body. She knew when to take
things further and when to draw them out, when to tease and when to drive Karen
over the edge. Karen enjoyed every aspect of the little cunt, and briefly
thought about how very much she would miss amy when she left. But, the thought
vanished when amy began to suck Karen's nipple between her teeth. Karen pushed
her hips upward, pressing her pussy firmly against the little waif's cunt, and
began to hump her. By now she was sucking Tawny's tongue as though it were a
cock, giving herself completely over to the wave of sensations that the two sexy
women were giving her. She pushed amy's head over to her right breast and felt
the hot wetness of amy's little mouth suckling and nibbling on her nipple. Now
amy was in rhythm with her humping. Together they were producing a soft, wet,
smacking sound each time their mounds collided. Tawny was fucking her mouth
with her tongue. Karen relished the submissiveness of accepting her friend's
tongue as she was. They had never finally resolved which of the two of them
was the more dominant, and had come to a common understanding that they could
both switch according to their own needs.
Karen's lust was growing beyond the point of suppressing it, and she had no
desire to spend the morning dallying in bed with amy when she was already so
excited. amy knew what to do, and Karen pushed down on the girl's shoulders to
place her head where it needed to be. Amy reacted quickly, sliding down between
Mistress Karen's trim legs to do the duty so loved so much. Tawny filled the
void by gripping Karen's hardened nipples between her fingers and pulling
roughly on them. This happened just as amy's little mouth began nipping and
biting at her sopping pussy. It might have been a damned unpleasant experience
for most women, but was one of Karen's preferred means of reaching the ultimate
climax. She bit down on Tawny's tongue, refusing to let go of it as her friend
dug her nails into her nipples and breasts, raking crimson trails over and
across them with complete abandon. Amy bit at Karen's clit and missed, then
searched out and found an outer lip to grip between her teeth. It was a game of
control, and she needed to control the pussy long enough to get her mouth firmly
centered over the clit to bring about the desired result. Unable to use her
hands, she had to bite and hold Mistress Karen's pussy to steady it long enough
to make another attempt to capture the hard red nub. She had been gradually
trained to understand that she needed to be rough; rougher even than Mistress
Karen might anticipate, as long as the level of desire was strong enough to
carry it. amy growled deeply, genuinely feeling the animal come out in her as
she sucked and bit at more and more of the stretched labia of the beautiful
friend of her owner. Karen cried out. It was a quick whimper, completely
involuntary. Amy felt she had her captured, as her hips quit moving and
everything seemed to stop momentarily. She bit harder, sucking in even more of
the delectable flesh, and was rewarded by a second cry. She was not moving at
all now. Quick as a cat, amy instantaneously released the labia and moved her
lips up to suck in all of the flesh surrounding the hard little clit. Karen's
body shuddered quickly, but was again stilled as amy sucked in and held more and
more of the tasty meat that surrounded Mistress Karen's pleasure button. She
had her just where she knew Mistress Karen wanted to be, caught in a vice-like
grip between her teeth. The rest would be easy, as long as she could inflict
enough pain to keep the pussy still.
It was a pure torment for poor lizbeth to prepare breakfast accompanied by the
sounds that were coming from the Mistresses' bedroom. She had been forbidden
clothes other than the spiked sandals they had specified that she wear. There
was no hiding her desire. Her cunt had always betrayed her in such ways as now.
Her thighs were wet and her mound swollen and slightly pink. If only she could
steal a stroke or two for herself...but to be caught! That would be terrible.
The wrath of Mistress Karen was not to be trifled with. She tried to force the
sounds of wanton pleasure from her mind; to concentrate on making sure
everything was just so. It didn't work though. She had never heard Mistress
Karen in such a state. It was from just such occasions that the diminutive amy
had become the most influential among Mistress Tawny's properties.
lizbeth glanced across the dining room to henry, who was setting the table for
Mistress Karen's breakfast. She immediately felt embarrassed and a little
ashamed. Henry gave no sign that he was even aware of what was happening just
down the hallway. He was so...professional. lizbeth admired henry for that.
Though she more than preferred women, she did appreciate henry's lean body. He
moved well and looked quite natural in nothing more than a tank top and thong.
She turned to focus on polishing the silverware.
slut had prepared herself and pig for the day, then waited patiently until
lizbeth opened the sliding door to allow her to bring the animal inside. They
exchanged a knowing and lustful glance before slut moved off toward Miss Tawny's
temporary tattoo studio, the guest bedroom. She led pig on the leash into the
room and strapped it tightly, face down, to the table Miss Tawny had installed
there for the purpose. With all of it's limbs outstretched to opposite corners
and it's head, waist, elbows, and knees secured, the creature could not move
beyond breathing. After ensuring that the bindings were tight enough, slut
stepped back to get a look at her former little sister's back. Miss Tawny
obviously was a considerable talent. slut had admired the mural as it had taken
shape across pig's back, and looked forward to the added details everyday. It
made slut wet to look at it, and to think about what it meant for pig's future.
The tattoo was an entirely accurate and realistic, though stylized, portrait of
Miss Tawny and Miss Karen in a lewd embrace, with each stroking the other's
pussy as they French kissed. slut could not imagine how she had gotten the
likenesses so perfectly unless she had somehow projected a photograph onto pig's
back to trace. Regardless, once the basic form of the mistresses in the embrace
was complete, the details around them were what made the mural such a lurid and
depraved work. Each little mini-scene depicted one or more women in some
variety of distress. slut noted one illustration that even seemed to be a
depiction of her on the "humping bar". Another looked to be a recounting of
lizbeth's time on that wicked "tara" device. There were others. Many others.
slut could not take the time that she wanted to look pig's back over completely.
Nearly three quarters of her back was covered in ink, and it was obvious to slut
that the design involved much more skin than had already been used. pig's
original floral tattoos around her shoulders were perfectly blended into the
overall design. Miss Tawny had repeated the floral theme down the sides of
pig's back.
she was startled by what she knew to be Miss Karen's orgasmic screams. slut
remained somewhat envious of amy for her ability to do that to Miss Karen. It
was also quite a mystery as slut had never been given the privilege of
witnessing Miss Karen have that sort of a climax. she moved quickly to the
kitchen, where she assumed her position to await further instructions.
After her body had finally stopped shuddering, Karen blurted out, "I want this
bitch. What do I have to do to get her from you?" She pulled her knees out a
bit wider to allow amy to probe her pussy more deeply. It was their ritual.
After the "big "O", Karen liked to be licked all over down there, including
inside. amy was incredible. Karen no longer wanted to share her.
"What about me?", Tawny replied casually. "You won't have any use for me with
that little thing between your legs twenty-four seven." She pushed off the bed
and stood next to it, pouting.
For a moment Karen thought she was serious, but when their eyes met, Tawny
winked. "Cunt!", Karen laughed.
Slut heard the shower running and correctly assumed Miss Karen was being bathed
by amy. Miss Tawny had entered the dining room wearing a short black silk robe
and had spent a few minutes sipping the cup of tea Lizbeth had prepared for her.
She flipped through the morning paper and munched on a peeled, sliced apple.
Slut had gotten accustomed to holding her position for extended periods of time
when she was not being used. Though the inactivity grated on her, it did serve
to keep her mindful of her status. This, in turn, tended to keep her aroused.
She stole little glances between Miss Tawny's legs, hopeful that they would be
opened to her today.
henry had been sent off for his morning exercise session. slut could hear the
stair stepper pumping away in the sunroom. They were all required to spend
thirty to forty minutes each day on it. In some ways slut missed the ability to
go outside for a run. For whatever reason, Miss Karen had begun to keep her
inside or in the back yard after the garage sale in which she had been made to
sell off all of her possessions. She remembered with mixed feelings those long,
stressful runs under a tight deadline in those little outfits. She had been
through so much since that day when her...normal life...had been turned on it's
head.
"Is pig ready?", Miss Tawny finally asked, carefully folding the newspaper and
placing it next to where Miss Karen would sit for her breakfast.
"Yeth, M'Wady.", slut answered. She had been instructed to address Miss Tawny
in the manner that she preferred. slut had found it difficult at first, but had
finally begun to appreciate the formality of it. It was a classier way of
acknowledging a mistress.
"What do you think of my artwork?" Mistress Tawny turned to look at slut for
the first time that morning.
"It'th vewy beautiful, M'Wady.", slut answered.
"Do you think your owner will enjoy it?"
"Oh, yeth, M'Wady."
"I hope so. Too bad you won't be here to see her reaction."
slut had to be mindful that what lizbeth had told her was strictly confidential.
She knew Mistress Tawny would be very upset to know she had already been told of
her impending departure. slut wasn't sure how to answer, so she simply agreed.
"Yeth, M'Wady."
"Has she told you?"
Keeping her eyes focused on the floor in front of her, she fought through the
tendency to become confused as to who Mistress Tawny was referring to. If she
had no awareness of lizbeth's advance warning, she would be referring to Miss
Karen. "No, M'Wady."
"Oh. We've decided to have you improved a bit. You'll be leaving in the
morning. I will have someone retrieve you in a few weeks and bring you to my
estate in North Carolina. I have to pee."
slut reacted without surprise or hesitation. For the past couple of weeks
Mistress Tawny had been routinely using her mouth as a toilet. "Yeth, M'Wady.",
she replied as she quickly rose and strode off toward the guest bathroom. She
knelt on the bathroom floor, facing away from the toilet, and carefully lowered
herself backward until the back of her neck rested on the forward portion of the
toilet seat and her head was suspended over the bowl. She opened her mouth
widely and froze in position until Mistress Tawny strolled into the bathroom.
It was good to be used in any way. slut preferred to give pleasure in this way
rather than suffering the boredom of being ignored for extended periods of time.
slut believed Mistress Tawny had completely stopped peeing in toilets and was
now exclusively using her. Mornings like this were the most difficult because
of the volume of urine Mistress Tawny tended to store overnight and the
requirement that slut not spill a drop of it.
When Mistress Tawny's beautiful pussy presented itself in front of and above her
mouth, she lifted her head to press her lips against Mistress Tawny to ensure
that she could capture every ounce of the precious golden liquid. slut would
drink eagerly, gently coaxing the last drops out before carefully licking the
pussy clean and gently blowing on it to dry it. When through, Mistress Tawny
would simply rise and walk out, prompting slut to return to whatever location
and position she had previously been in.
On that morning, the only difference in what had become a routine activity was
the gnawing fear slut was feeling over the "improvements" that were to be made
to her. Weren't they assuming a lot? Couldn't she just...run out? She was
thinking again. She knew that nothing but bad things happened when she thought.
When she returned to her position, lizbeth was told to feed her. slut's daily
breakfast had consisted of nothing more than a small plastic container full of
some of the cum she had collected over the summer. It was fed to her simply by
pouring it into her mouth, which lizbeth did. slut savored the moment, and
deeply appreciated the requirement that she hold it all in her mouth until told
to swallow it. Though she didn't want to be too obvious about it, she always
slowly swirled it around her mouth, forcing it into every nook and cranny to
ensure that she would be able to enjoy it even after being told to swallow.
Every feeding caused her cunt to grow hot and her hunger for sexual release to
produce all of the physiological reactions that she no longer had any ability to
control. She could literally watch her long nipples grow right before her eyes
as the cum triggered whatever mechanism it was inside her that caused such
strong reactions.
Mistress Tawny was watching her from across the room, casually sipping a fresh
cup of tea that lizbeth had prepared for her. "Lizbeth.", she said flatly.
"Yes, M'Lady?"
"Check to see if that cum bucket is wet."
lizbeth replied enthusiastically, then reached down between slut's widely spread
thighs and cupped her smooth mound. slut inhaled deeply, feeling her entire
body quiver in anticipation. She carefully avoided making eye contact with
lizbeth. She knew Mistress Tawny was very perceptive and would pick up on any
nuance that passed between them. lizbeth rather cruelly scraped her thumbnail
over slut's distended clit before pressing her fingers deeply into the hot,
dripping cleft and slowly dragging them upward and, regrettably, out.
lizbeth held the glistening fingers out toward her Mistress. "Yes, M'Lady, she
is wet!", she proclaimed.
"As always.", slut thought.
"Mmm." It was a typical acknowledgement from Mistress Tawny. "How long has it
been since your little infraction, lizbeth?"
lizbeth was hopeful. If she reacted well, Mistress Tawny might extend her a
kindness. "I believe three weeks, Mistress."
"Days?"
"Oh, it's been twenty days, Mistress."
slut sensed the anticipation in lizbeth's voice. She thought Miss Karen would
probably make her wait another three weeks if she heard it. She didn't know
about Miss Tawny. She hoped she would be ordered to service lizbeth. It would
be nice to pay her back for all of the delicious torments she had been suffering
nearly every morning.
"Maybe you could get back into Karen's good graces with a little bit of
entertainment this morning."
lizbeth knew better than to answer a question that hadn't been asked. All those
years in the boarding school had taught her that. Mistress Tawny was only
thinking out loud.
slut was ordered onto the table and told to lie on her back. Mistress Tawny
positioned her so that her head rested at the place setting opposite where
Mistress Karen sat for breakfast. She pulled her knees widely apart and forced
her lower legs down over either side of the table. Soon, lizbeth had slut's
ankles tied under the table and her arms bound tightly together at the wrists
and elbows. She then pulled slut's arms up over her head and down under the
table edge and tied to the rope connecting her ankles.
"slut, this morning you are going to serve as a bowl. I want you to remain
perfectly still and to open your mouth as widely as you possibly can. Do it
now."
slut held her mouth wide open while Mistress Tawny took lizbeth aside and
whispered to her. slut was very nervous. She hated pain and knew how much Miss
Karen enjoyed seeing her and others suffer. To be so lewdly displayed was a
humiliation that she thought she could never get accustomed to. For all that
she had been through over the summer, she should have been ready for anything.
But, she was willing to do as she was told, and could only try not to think
about it. A bowl? How could she be a bowl?
Karen was delighted to see that a nice surprise had been prepared for her.
After such an amazing orgasm and a nice, soothing shower with amy, she was
looking forward to breakfast. Seeing slut tied so severely to the table top was
just the sort of thing Tawny would do to make her happy. She half wondered why
slut's mouth was open so wide, but decided not to acknowledge it and let things
play out as they might.
She winked at Tawny, appreciating her sexiness in the little robe. Karen had
dressed for the morning in a pair of blue shorts and a nice, cool cotton top.
She hadn't picked out amy's clothes yet. Something else to look forward to. In
the meantime she simply pointed to the floor beside the chair that lizbeth was
holding for her, and amy quickly knelt there.
Of course, part of the game involved her acting as though nothing were out of
the ordinary, so that is precisely what she did. lizbeth served her the usual;
a bowl of fresh fruit and a slice of whole wheat toast along with a nice cup of
steaming hot black coffee. She began to eat, sneaking bites of fruit to amy
when nobody was looking.
"Perhaps you might allow lizbeth to join you this morning?", Tawny asked. "She
has been in the proverbial "dog house" for a long time, you know."
It was just like Tawny to use a little scenario to get the haughty English whore
off her list. She supposed the punishment had lasted long enough. "I don't
know about that, but if I have your assurance that she has learned her lesson I
suppose I could give her the benefit of the doubt this time."
"Oh, good!", Tawny exclaimed in an overly enthusiastic tone, causing Karen to
laugh out loud. "lizbeth, you may have the honor of serving yourself breakfast
this morning at the same table as Mistress Karen."
"Yes. Thank you, M'Lady.", lizbeth replied quietly. She turned and opened a
drawer to remove a sandwich bag. This she carried toward slut and carefully
formed into her gaping mouth. Retrieving a pair of scissors, she trimmed off
the excess plastic so that it did not extend much beyond slut's lips. Next she
poured cereal from a box of corn flakes directly into slut's mouth, then
followed up by pouring a liberal amount of lowfat milk over the cereal. lizbeth
then retrieved a spoon and sat at the table opposite Mistress Karen until
Mistress Tawny told her she could begin to eat.
Slut now fully understood the meaning of Mistress Tawny's statement about being
a bowl. She was, in fact, being used as nothing more than a bowl. Miss Karen
had treated her as an object in the past; using her as an end table or foot
stool. This was different, however. It was something she had never
considered...to be so wickedly displayed while being used in such a demeaning
way. It felt to slut as though her nipples and clit might just explode, and she
knew she was humiliating herself by the excessive secretions emanating from her
cunt in direct view of Miss Karen. It was a terrible and delicious moment. She
abhorred the treatment while her body reacted differently. It was better not
to think about it. If she was to be a bowl for a few minutes, so what?
lizbeth longed for a chance to send some message to slut that she should remain
calm and trust her. She knew, however, that there was no way of communicating
that would not be noticed. She certainly could not afford a second
transgression in the presence of Mistress Karen. The punishment would be
dreadful. So, as instructed, she casually reached up with her left hand and
pinched slut's nostrils closed as she scooped the first spoonful of cereal out
of her mouth. Mistress Tawny''s instructions were that slut was not to breath
as long as lizbeth was chewing. Once she swallowed, she was permitted to
release her grip on slut's nostrils until she scooped another spoonful of
cereal. She was very specifically ordered to behave as normally as possible,
and not to chew or swallow too quickly.
slut's choices were to accommodate circumstances by adjusting her breathing or
to try to spit out the plastic bag and it's contents to enable herself to breath
through her mouth. She knew the latter would result in swift and relentless
punishment of one kind or another. She so feared Miss Karen's wrath that,
surprisingly, her first instinct was to remain calm. She was caught by surprise
and hadn't taken a good breath when lizbeth had pinched her nose, but she tried
not to think about it and simply waited. Unfortunately, it did not seem as
though lizbeth were simply holding her nose closed for a few seconds. She
looked up to see her chewing casually, fighting her natual tendency to panic
and gasp for air. Just at the point at which she feared she might begin to lose
it, lizbeth swallowed and released her grip.
slut inhaled instictively, her chest heaving. She managed two deep breaths
before seeing the spoon come up and lizbeth's hand descend toward her nose. She
thought she understood, and was able to calm herself to the point that she
endured the next period of asphyxiation without too much fear. She blinked the
tears out of her eyes, feeling them run in streams down over the side of her
head to the table. She hadn't realized how much it hurt that first time, and
was briefly proud that she had endured it beyond the point of pain. God, she
wanted to be fucked.
Karen smiled at Tawny. "Thank you.", she mouthed silently.
