Victor
My Erika's n*****s bead at the prospect and my use of words I've never before used in her presence. They make her uncomfortable...no, the fact that she likes it makes her uncomfortable. Her body quakes under my grasp as I turn off the water and reach for a towel. “What will it be, kitten?"
She's so much prettier without all the stage makeup. Her skin is fresh and pink from the warm water. Her eyes are clear and lips are red and swollen from the gag. She's a vision, and more importantly, she's mine.
“What other punishment?" she asks as I dry her, inch by inch, caressing her skin. The indecision in her voice is loud and clear, even to the untrained ear. Erika saw the cross and the various implements. She has an idea of what my plans could include.
“Trust. Obedience. Submission. Y
