“Oh s**t,” she thought. “They have put an electric thing up my ass too. I hadn’t planned on that. I don’t think that was in the agreement I signed. I thought this was to be mostly holistic training, not real torture.”
And she knew plenty about this kind of consensual torture. She had agreed to it, sort of, and in one part of her mind demanded it and in another tiny space in her brain she knew this kind of thing could possibly end up badly. What others had not done to her, with and without her consent, Penny had probably done to herself at one time or another.
As an accomplished, wholly masochistic sub, Penny had enough devices, simple and complex, with which she privately conspired to torment herself hard and long enough to find sweaty s****l satisfaction. She owned an impressive array o
