It was a warm sunny afternoon when Starla wandered into the store, the smell of leather filled her senses. "How much?" she asked the clerk at the counter, pointing at a beautiful handmade black and red single tail. She didn't even flinch when she heard the price. Instead, she handed over her credit card, her mind already planning the scene with her slave and new toy. "Stop fucking squirming" she demanded of Ava, who is restrained to the ceiling, hollering with every flick of the whip. Ava bites down on her lip, in order to please her Goddess.
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