“It’s all right, I won’t hurt you,” Sky said, “but you aren’t allowed to look until I say.”
Augusta did as she was told, curious about what was coming. She heard some sounds, unidentifiable. Then Sky said to turn around. Augusta stared. Sticking out from Sky’s groin was a wooden dildo, much the same as the one that Saffron had given Augusta, but in this case with a wide, flat base, which allowed it to be held in place by the leather straps which bound it tightly to Sky’s groin. Augusta felt a mix of emotions: shock, curiosity, and something that may have been desire, she was not sure.
“Come here,” Sky said.
Augusta padded across to where Sky stood.
“On your knees,” Sky said, in a voice which Augusta could not have resisted, even had she tried. She moved nearer to Augusta, then grasped
