…and when she returned from a night out at the Club, she realized that the pleasant tingl
…and when she returned from a night out at the Club, she realized that the pleasant tingle on her head was getting stronger, more insistent. The Bun… There was a Bun now on her head, pulsing and tingling gently but growing stronger. She couldn’t…tried to think where the Bun had come from, going over the evening’s events in her increasingly foggy mind…but…who…how…did someone really slip a Bun on her head in the Club?But, after all, does it really matter?nofor she has the Bun now andthe only thinkthe only thing that matters is her mind swirling and sinkingas she slides into obedience to the Bun -- source link
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