“Time to get up slut!” the voice over the intercom said. jade rose and went to get her breakfast as usual. She no longer wore the ankle shackle an... chain, having proved that it wasn’t necessary long ago. Yes, her cell remained locked when she was in it. but she was free to go about her cell unhampered by the chain.jade ate her breakfast and waited for someone to come get her. She wondered what she would learn today. She was beginning to look forward to her lessons, finding that once she changed. I let my hand rest there a moment then slid the tip of my middle finger between her wet vaginal lips, it entered easily. I mimiced what I had seen her doing - moving my finger along her slit from end to end. She moaned in a low deep voice I hadn't expected to her from her petite body. "It feels better when someone else does it doesn't it?"She could only moan again in reply. Her hips were now matching the rhythm of my finger tip. She was trying to press down against me to increase the pressure. 'Hey!' Seth greeted his friend. 'What can we do for you?' Kevin asked. The two have been friends for ages and the tattoo artist and piercer never had issues with helping Seth. 'Strip slave.' Seth said without looking. 'I want him to have nipple piercings and a tattoo of my sign on one of his asscheeks.' Kevin looked at John and said: That will work. ' As he started piercing the nipples of the slave, Seth inquired. 'Do you happen to have a special cuckcage with a hook on it, especially. ” He gave an address and signed the email, “Your Black Dom Daddy”.Scott masturbated endlessly, for days on end, reading those few lines like they held the key to the universe. He fantasized about what it would be like to be the plaything of a strong, Black man who towered over his diminutive size. He didn’t do as he was instructed of course. That would have been anti-climactic. He wasn’t going to go through with it after everything he had written, he just wanted to get off on the idea of.