“Princess, you’ve been very good,” he warned. “Please don’t spoil it.”
“I understand that I am giving myself over for a year, and that once it starts, there is no turning back,” she spoke fearfully, trying to seem nervous, but not to expose the terror that gripped her. “I want… I want you to make me a… a ponygirl. I don’t want a safeword, and I don’t want or expect mercy. Once you begin, I know that the end only comes one way. But, you should know one thing.”
“And what’s that, Princess?” he asked, raising a brow.
“You better hope I don’t break the cuffs this time,” she spoke icily, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
“Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, Princess.” He laughed as he turned off the camera and walked back to her, twirling a pair of the hated c
