Kimmy’s Plight Lauren laughed at herself – she was up early… just to get back on
Kimmy’s Plight Lauren laughed at herself – she was up early… just to get back on kimmy’s Tumblr…kimmy, who was always tormented… (as Lauren’s hand drifted down between her legs…) forced… forced and punished… punished and forced and punished…yesterday Lauren had tested her sympathy… edging and teasing herself like one of kimmy’s punishments… this morning she was desperate! this morning, would she do whatever was demanded to be allowed relief? (yes, but not quite yet… as she tugged upward on her panties… increasing that desperation…)She (Lauren? kimmy?) hated that word… such an ugly sound… and it wasn’t true, was it? But if she said it, she’d be allowed the relief she needed so badly… “What are you? Say it!” ‘No… I can’t… I’m not…’ And so the wait continues…Poor kimmy… kidnapped – or blackmailed – coerced… photos or misbehavior… drugged or drunk or hypnotized… Hypnotized was Lauren’s favorite – a single word and she was powerless… had to do whatever she was told (okay, she had to in every scenario, but hypnotized she seemed willing…) made to service her captor, her tormentor – “Angela”, most often, or “Mrs. Jones”, or, really a whole host of others… made to display herself or hold still and have her arousal ‘discovered’…Lauren was getting close… she wasn’t able to resist like yesterday… she imagined Angela’s… her… well, her pussy descending on her face like it must have kimmy’s… kimmy would have tried to turn away…And what then? Slapped? Spanked? Clothes pins? (no, please, not clothes pins! Lauren had tried them yesterday – they bit so hard! they hurt so much!) Teased and denied - still?Lauren couldn’t take another day of denial – she couldn’t! She’d have to just say it… admit that she was… a slut… say it and be rewarded, allowed to finish… “You’re my good girl,” Angela would tell her…Lauren gripped the edge of her chair between her legs… rubbed her panty-covered clit against her wrist… she needed to decide now… I won’t say it, she thought, but it was too late, she’d pushed herself too far, and she came, hard… hard…She’d have to be spanked, now… a lot… and couldn’t even claim that she didn’t deserve it…But first, she reckoned, another day of clothes pins… two sets of two, ten minutes apiece… no, three sets, she decided…Lauren whimpered, to no avail.(note: 60) -- source link
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