I did not wait for her to open the door this time.

I kicked it in.

The wood splintered around the lock. She jumped on the bed where she had been waiting, naked, already collared, wrists and ankles bound with the thick black rope she bought like a good little pet. Nipple clamps dangled from her tits, chain taut, pulling her dark peaks into sharp points. A fat plug stretched her ass, base glinting between her spread cheeks. Her pussy lips were swollen, clit throbbing visibly, a steady drip of slick trailing down to the sheets.

She stared at the broken door, then at me.

Fear. Arousal. Submission.

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