“We are going to have so much fun the next year,” she said, “or at least I will. You have no idea of the sick, twisted, degrading things I have planned for you.”
“Desiree,” I whimpered.
“That’s Miss Desiree, vanilla bean,” she said sweetly. “Just one more little item and we can start your new life.”
I could feel her hands at my crotch and I looked down to see her securing a chastity tube on my p***s.
“There we go, vanilla bean, all locked up. No more orgasms are just one of the many hells to come.”
“What?’
“I never allow my slaves s****l relief,” she said as she un-cuffed me.
My legs were like spaghetti. I dropped to the floor in front of her and looked up. I could see her panties and my body responded.
“Like the view, vanilla bean? Don’t worry you’ll be an expert on that part of m
