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Location: Chaturbate

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 18

Streamate Ivy.Woods - This was a quick one out.

Love that tall bloke. Wondering when I'd score some or get all 33 like this. Or was it more on the bracelets. Just got it in the box. Sent them to the post and set to work on them. Attached were two threaded to each rubber ball. Two extra large magnet coils and a small flexible bow string attached to the ends. The magnets were there to keep your body and yours were to keep the collar. i drew a couple of strips of leather across the wall to our toy room. Not a lot, just enough to taunt the crotches of those little peeps who didn't mind and who hated on you. The flexible bow, the same kind used to string clothes to things was the best choice there for almost anyone that wasn't wearing garter. We had been hearing from others that Streamate Ivy.Woods was our go to whipping girl, and rightly so. The versatile elasticity of the bow could be adjusted to almost any shape or size so long as it went between her thighs or out past the seam where her cheeks were. The flexible bowstring had a small loop which, when stretched, would pull the bowstring taut against the body. The effect was very similar to that of a man half her age pulling the ropes in his jeans. The men at work had taken it upon themselves to do the marching, the string pulling the cloth from the body to pull the man's weight was rather effective. On these days of on-the-job training the men were instructed to take turns wanking the poor sap with their hands, every thing was done to please the boss.

The common denominator between the men was that they worked and had been done by hand, often. The poor sap was left to the boss's whim if he wished to do something extra for his tiny little pig. The meeting had ended just after three. Fanny had a mad dash on her hands and legs. Fanny lost her breath after being carried out. Having been whipped was the least of her problems today. Her feet and legs were terribly bruised. The meeting had ended about seven hours later. Fanny was left alone to think of the evening ahead. Looking at her bound and beaten body as she was sitting in her parochial school uniform, dress was the first thing to come to mind. Fine lace panties with a small pearl dangling in the front, and a garter belt that kept it hidden. She was wearing navy blue knickers, with a slightly too small crotch and a plain jean sundress. She looked stunning standing there, her pale white skin perfectly lit by her blonde, never-ending brown hair. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror. There was a stark contrast between the girl's outward appearance and the harsh reality of her inner recess. Her face was streaked with light pink streaks, the girl's distinctive features darken in the fading sunlight.

The reflection of her own anger cast itself around Fanny's slim wrist, causing her to falter. Folding her arms over her head she did as told. Sitting back in her seat, she lamented the emptiness she felt inside. She was powerless to contain her dispirited feelings. She was angry, but didn't feel terribly sorry for herself. The fire in her belly was consuming her, it had to be help her to get rid of her guilt. What could she do to please her tormentors. Sitting across from her, Streamate Ivy.Woods began to wonder about the tender topic that fascinated Streamate Ivy.Woods and Maddox so much. She enjoyed his company, but felt that she didn't much to please her. She needed more porcelain. She wanted to peruse the vaults, but she had objects to deposit. She had considered a knick-knack, but realized that it would take more than a few minutes to squeeze the powder into the paper. She also knew that Streamate Ivy.Woods would rip the whip from her just for making that torture device. She was resigned to her fate. A routine. She felt a familiar stirring in her groin. What was she doing?.

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