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鶴巻星奈

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“Let’s hope I’ve got enough rope for you, sweetheart. This won’t be a 5 minute job, but it will be worth it.”

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It was just another Friday night in Hicksville.

The trashy sisters were patrolling the bars, seeing who was up for a good time. Their ideal target? An older guy, with a little too much booze taken and maybe a little more cash to splash. Someone desperate to escape the fat wife at home and the bratty kids leeching them dry. Someone who hated their job and just wanted a night of quiet oblivion. Perhaps someone who saw two pretty young things giving him plenty of attention……making him feel like the stud he thought he used to be.

It was too easy for the girls to use their slim figures and tight little dresses to reel in the potential sugar daddies and at least get their drinks covered for the night. Sure, there was a chance one or both might need to get their hands dirty or their lipstick smudged…..but that was part of the fun, right?

But the latest turn of events wasn’t to their liking. Both taped up in the strange guy’s home, pantyhose encasing their bodies and more tape tightly pulled between their lips. The nylon hoods were so snug, the sisters could barely open their eyes.

But they didn’t need to see, the sudden increase in different voices heading into the house was enough of a sign that Friday night was just picking up.

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“We have her…the reporter. I used the spray we use on the girls, she went out like a light. Got her tied up in the back room.”

“Let’s go check…should be awake by now…”

“Hello Miss Jensen…seems you were right about our little operation, unfortunately you got a bit too close to the truth, and we couldn’t risk having you expose us. So you’ll be finding out what happened to all the missing girls. You’ll be shipped out at first light, we found a buyer and all the necessary arrangements have been made. Oh, and don’t bother struggling, you wont  get loose. Its the same binding technique we use on all our girls, I can assure you it’s quite effective.” 

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Art by Elijah Pink

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So, you think you can just waltz back in here after leaving me for months? Leaving because you couldn’t handle a little discipline, a taste of real power?

You called me cruel, said I was too demanding, that you needed to be free. Well, guess what, darling? Freedom doesn’t feel so good when it’s accompanied by the cold loneliness of your own making.

Now you’re back, crawling at my feet, begging for another chance. You say you want to be my “loyal chastity locked boy toy.” Hmm, interesting proposition. I suppose I can offer you that, but it won’t be easy. You’ll wear a chastity device, stronger and more secure than anything before. Every touch, every glance, will be measured. And forget those whimpers for release; they mean nothing to me anymore. Your obedience is all that matters.

Think you can handle it? Good. Because I have no intention of letting you go again.

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You’re really doing great as my chastity slave. I love seeing that desperate look in your eyes whenever you think about me, but can’t do anything about it. That’s exactly what I want. You’ve been locked up for months now, and I must say, I’m impressed by how well you’re taking it. Your balls are a nice shade of blue, and the way your cock is straining against the cage is just delightful. But don’t get too comfortable, there’s still room for improvement. For one thing, you could work on your tongue skills - I find myself having to guide you through my orals more often than not. And don’t even get me started on your lack of initiative. You always wait for permission to touch me, even when I’m clearly in the mood for something else. Keep up the good work, but there’s definitely still some refinement to be done if you want to remain my favorite chastity slave.