chattelprod: barefootkitten: feethunter: Did you think you could flirt with my husband and tgere wou
chattelprod: barefootkitten: feethunter: Did you think you could flirt with my husband and tgere would be no consequences? “OW!!” I yelp as Mistress slaps me again and again, which makes my ass numb with pain. It burns and stings so much, all I can do is whimper and squeal while squirming helplessly on her lap.“My, you’re turning red. But you deserve it don’t you? What are you not allowed to do?”Another harsh spank.“OW!! I-I’m not allowed to t-touch myself…”“And what did I catch you doing in the shower?”Another smack.I shriek. “T-Touch myself…”“Yes. Your pussy belongs to me, not you. Once I’m done with you here, I’ll make sure to whip your breasts and torture your cunt, just so that rule is burned into your mind. And then once you’re aching all over, I’ll tickle you until you pass out. Understood?”Another harsh slap.I yelp and whimper, nodding meekly. Slave training is much easier if taken on by a loving, yet firm couple. It’s just a long game of bad cop-worse cop; essentially. Mommy is mean, daddy spoils her. Slave won’t notice that both of her owners become more cruel over time. Her brains are edged out, and she wasn’t that bright to begin with. Before you know it, slave will be crate trained, gaped, and eager for friends to come play. -- source link