Weeks into her training, Linea now understood why Master Donovan had refused her request to wear the blindfold tonight. He told her he needed to see her eyes. At first, she didn't get it, but as she stood shackled to a St. Andrews cross with a ball gag tightly strapped tightly around her face and unable to speak, she wanted him to watch her eyes.
The gag both frightened and excited her. With her wrists and ankles tethered securely to the cross, and the collar restricting the movement of her head, her mouth was her only source of free mobility. The second he pushed the ball into her mouth, Linea's p***y nearly dripped from the fear of complete immobilization and the ensuing throb pulsing through her c**t.
"Eyes on me, Linea." Master Donovan approached her, crop in hand. His biceps threate
