As I punish the first of the three slaves, the other two face the wall and listen to her moans of anguish and the rattle of chains. I see sweat start to drip down their bodies. They know better than to turn around.

As I punish the first of the three slaves, the other two face the wall and listen to her moans of anguish and the rattle of chains. I see sweat start to drip down their bodies. They know better than to turn around.

tags: Gorean/Victorian,

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