Janet remained silent, as she had learned not to speak unless spoken to. Mature sex “Yes, Mistress, please,” Janet answered. “Not really, silly,” replied Tiffany, “you may have felt like your skin
was being torn apart. “It’s called a ball gag trainer,” said Andrea. Here she
was, naked and chained in the middle of a dungeon with her arms over her
head. “Janet.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“How much am I hurting you?”
“More than I have ever been before, Mistress,” Janet answered. Janet reached out eagerly
to Tiffany, and the rolled on the bed, kissing each other. “You are probably thinking that you are finished for today,” surmised
Erica, “and you are right. In spite of the pain, Janet had not called out for mercy. Should
you ever be punished beyond your capacity for pain, you must plead for
mercy. “Finished?” asked Andrea. Tiffany’s hands were bound behind her back, and a ball gag again filled her
mouth.
