Turning the light back off naked she walked across her apartment and into the kitchen. There followed the usual routine she followed most mornings: tu...n on the Nespresso machine; grab a mug; grab a coffee pod; and once the lights stop flashing press it once, and then a second time. The coffee machine still doing its thing she headed back to her bedroom, grabbing the clothes from the floor and throwing them into the laundry bin as she opened one of her drawers, pulling out a black, mid-thigh. The slave jolted and twitched with random sounds issuing from her throat. ?Now let me show you what we can do with this intrusion device.? She adjusted the settings on the black box that was connected by three wires to the base of the thick rod. The slave’s tiny movements became more urgent, though she had scant eighths of inches to move within her tight bindings, and her sounds throatier, though they failed to conceal the vibration noise of all three intrusion devices or the sharp snap of. I got the green signal and took her to my room made her sit and asked her how can I help her; while saying so I kept my hands on her waist and pressed them she was about to say something but she closed her eyes and bend her head backward I slowly went near her neck and kissed her. She immediately lip locked me and we were in that position for almost 10 mind and mean while I was pressing her boobs over her blouse.I then started striping her saree and now she was in petticoat and blouse I hugged. I could see tears build in her eyes already as I held her silent and at the edge of my blade, wondering if she would attempt to escape as well as giving her a chance to do so if she did so wish to try. She only stood still, shaking and quivering, tears in her eyes. I smiled and slowly ran the blade down her neck, not cutting her. I leaned close and licked up the edge of her ear, softly whispering to her "Are you scared?". I of course knew the answer even without her quick fearful nodding.