First, a slim,vibrating dildo is forced into my tightest passage. Normally inserting thiscruel plastic invader is my personal responsibility: today my...Mistress kindlytook it upon herself to spread my cheeks and twist and jam and ram it into mewith her own gloved hands. Of course, all my pubic hair has long since beenremoved. Once a week my crotch is poured over thickly with cold, stinging hairremoval creme: I must endure this subtle agony for at least twenty minutesbefore being allowed to rinse. "That is very nice Chris."The next thing I knew was Chris grabbing me by the arm and pulling me close to him. His grip was harsh leaving a nice bruise on my arm for later notice. At this point I was stuck and I needed some help as soon as possible. Chris was laughing as loud as he could force himself; rubbing his dick up on my thigh. My anger was getting the best of me and the more I struggled to pull my arm away the tighter his grip got."Who said you could walk away from me like that pussy?. Naturally, they looked to see who the comments were aimed at, and this increased Abbey’s embarrassment and humiliation.Abbey realised that this was going to be her daily walk of shame as she passed the construction site on her way to work, but she also knew that she did not want it to stop. The humiliation was making her feel that she deserved to be treated like a street whore, and that she had to accept whatever consequences there were from obeying her Master’s wishes.Before she had left the. But I will take a bit of those snacks and some iced tea if you have it.”Sarah walked to the fridge and pulled out some celery stuffed with a spicy cream cheese. She put several on a plate and handed them to me. She reached up to the overhead cabinet, stretching out her small breasts and retrieved a tumbler and some wine glasses. Setting all on the counter, she went to the fridge and got a pitcher of iced tea. After filling Micks tumbler, she then went to a small cabinet and pulled out a bottle.