“What the f**k is this thing? You cannot be serious!”
“I-I-I thought you could use it…you know…until our wedding night…to…to…”
“Well you thought wrong, slave!” she shrieks. “I cannot believe you would insult me like this! You know exactly how I feel about m**********n! It’s a filthy, disgusting, despicable sin! Only undisciplined, perverted, twisted pieces of s**t like you who are already damned to hell would play with themselves. Why do you think I beat you whenever I let you do it? Speaking of that, get your ass in here!”
Ariel leaps up, sending her soda flying, where it rolls away and gurgles out onto the carpet – more work for me. She seizes me by the hair and drags me, bent over stumbling and sobbing, into the Punishment Room. She forces me onto the torture horse and shackles me se
