Those things must be cattle prods! She couldn't believe Mandy was doing that, it just didn't seem like her- most of Mandy's admittedly fiendish 'tortures' had a strong sexual theme, and were more fun than anything for Flora.Those things must be cattle prods! She couldn't believe Mandy was doing that, it just didn't seem like her- most of Mandy's admittedly fiendish 'tortures' had a strong sexual theme, and were more fun than anything for Flora. They seldom indulged in anything really painful, although they generally agreed that discomfort was fine, if it was for a good cause. Then she remembered what she was standing on. Oh, NO! she thought, she's going to force me to walk even more, and in front of Jason, too! She was almost horrified at the prospect of an even longer session at the tender mercy of the sinister latex body shaper and corselet. As if they had minds of their own, her nipples hardened within the lubricated cups. As she awaited her fate, her breathing already quickening, she watched in apprehension as Mandy attached some sort of gadget with a cord to Jason's rubber-covered crotch. The little machine had suction cups on the front and supporting straps of clear plastic fastened it securely to the edge of the frame. Another cord was plugged into the gadget and carried around to his rear. She did something behind Jason for several minutes, then reappeared and turned on Flora's sound box. "Well," she announced, loudly so that Jason would hear, "It's time I explained a few things." Oh boy, thought Flora, speech time again. "The facts are simple," continued Mandy. "You two are supposedly my slaves, even if you haven't exactly been acting like slaves today. For Jason this is a new experience, and temporary if he decides he's not having fun, but Flora of course has already made a commitment. As slaves, you are supposed to serve me in any way I desire, especially sexually. If you do this well, you are rewarded. If you do not, you are punished, of course. |