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Mai’s buzzer informed her that Charlie was returning the slave, Peter, to her care. She waited eager to see the condition he was in. She was not disappointed. His face glowed, his eyes burned with fire, he looked haggard and subjected and Mai noted that his hair was very wet. She glanced up at the latex Charlie and he nodded to her through the gates, unable to smile because of his head restraint. She understood what had happened, and would never understand the desire on the part of the client to be abused in such a way, but that was why he paid them.
She took his lead from the floor and pulled him out. “Stay there,” she said as she sat down again.
“Turn around.”
He complied as quickly as his restraints would allow, Mai was impressed. The marks glowed bright against his skin, deep r
