My slit was constantly wet and buzzing with need. Luna saw to that, directing the others to shackle my hands to my collar or behind my back whenever I was left alone. This effectively prevented me from seeking relief through m**********n She knew that even denial can be sweet. Eventually, I learned to come with no other stimulation than a c**k thrusting in my ass and a pair of rough hands kneading my scorched cheeks. It was as though my libido had been re-wired.
After I got past the first trauma, the utter dislocation of every aspect of my life, I found myself getting into this new role, feeling every inch a slave. I came to understand, in some small measure, what life might be like for poor Sin. I learned how it felt to be utterly subject to forces beyond my control. I hadn’t anticipated
