"You're such a perverted lil pup... A slutty one at that. You crave sexual pleasure that badly that you have to resort to PAIN to get it? What a whore..." I pouted and my reflection chuckled. "Don't pout, lil bitch... You know you've been a naughty little brat." "I... I-I have..." You know good and well, little girl, that you need a good fucking spanking for acting like a slut and orgasming without your Sir's permission." I'm sorry," I said with genuine remorse cuz my reflection was right.. I had seen this before. It was an MMA staple, called a triangle choke. It was even better if you could get the arm out, but still quite effective with the arm trapped. Of course, in an MMA fight, the choke-ee would tap out, before passing out. Kamsy had no intention of releasing this one until he was out cold. "I pulled it tight, and even got my right ankle under his body, so his own weight just made it tighter. I felt his collarbone snap. His right hand was scratching and clawing at anything. ." Steve said, even as the clothing onhis form writhed into new configurations. But as interesting as that sensation was, it wasn't nearly as interestingas the sensation of his writing body. Steve gasped as he felt his waist begin to constrict, drawing smaller andsmaller. At the same time, there was a rippling sensation in his chest - andthe still-changing shirt he wore began to bulge outwards, propelled by theforce of his swelling chest. He could feel the weight on his chestincreasing as. In fact, I like for you to tell me no, because I can do this." The master raised the paddle and brought it sharply down on Muffin.Caught off guard by the sudden assault, Muffin screamed in pain."Please, tell me no again. This is fun. In fact, I'll just do it a few more times until you two get the message."The master lifted the paddle to strike again, but before he could start his strike, Jessie cried out, "Don't hurt her. We'll do what you want. I'll make Annie put on the collar and do what.