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Chapter 64. Merry gets rather spectacularly punished.
If you're one of the gentle souls who are squicked by
the D/s subplot, you need to pass on this one.
Mainstream action resumes next chap.
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 064
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: MF D/s bd
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 64
The shopping trip
The Sex Shoppe sat back a bit from the road, behind a small parking
lot with 4 or 5 cars in it. It had all of the usual signs (No one under 18
admitted, etc.) but the display windows were more romantic than lurid.
Inside, the shop was clean and upscale, with several areas laid out for
specific interests. Two clerks, one male and one female, tended the
counter. A curtain at the back obscured a darker area that apparently
contained peep booths.
The female clerk picked up on Merry's presence and gravitated to the
pair. "May I help you find something in particular?"
Robert took over. "We're looking for implements to be used in the
proper maintenance and training of a female slave."
"Ah," she replied. "I'll get Alvin. He's the expert." She signaled
the male clerk, and spoke to him in a low voice, after which she returned to
the counter area.
The young man approached. "Is the lady...?"
"Yes," Robert replied. "I'm looking for collars and other apparel, as
well as tools and implements to be used in her correction, as well as both
our pleasure."
"I see," the young man replied. "Do either of you expect to obtain
pleasure from the corrective activity?"
Robert frowned. "I don't expect to," he said, and looked questioningly
at Merry, who shook her head.
"Fine," Alvin replied. "We can limit the selection of implements.
Shall we examine the collars?" He gestured to a corner display area that
catered to their needs.
As they drifted toward the corner, they passed a large display of
vibrators and similar items. The butt plugs caught Merry's eye. She
selected one and asked, "Master? Am I going to wish that I had one of
these?" Robert eyed it and nodded. Merry sighed gently, and examined the
display, selecting a flesh colored one slightly larger than average and of
better quality, while nowhere near the upper end.
She conveyed it to Robert, who examined it and nodded. "Lubricants
are over there," he said, pointing. "Get a water-based gel. See if there
is anything else you want."
Robert then joined Alvin, who showed him a leather collar with a
buckle and studs. Robert frowned. "I don't want to overdo it," he
announced, fingering the studs.
"That's why I passed over the spiked item. We carry a plainer item,
but the studs go all the way through and have the benefit of conducting
heat, cold, or electricity..." Alvin demonstrated the collar. "The buckle
isn't too bulky, and it comes with a brass ID plate."
"That is important," Robert announced. "I plan to work primarily in
humiliation, not physical abuse. However, we both know that the threat must
be credible. It is important that she be constantly reminded that she is
owned. Do you engrave the plates?"
"No, we farm it out next door. The gentleman is extremely
professional." Alvin proffered a sample, which read, 'Hello, I am called
Lisa. My Master is John Smith. We live at 1234 5th Street. Please deliver
me to my master or contact him at 505-555-3343 to inform him should I
misbehave in your presence,' in a sharply done text font.
"Very nice!" Robert approved. "What is the turnaround time?"
"He's open. I'm sure he can engrave an appropriate sentiment in 30
minutes or so."
"I like this one. We'll take the collar. Do you have anything
somewhat more decorative and less bulky? Something she can wear with a
blouse while out?"
"How about this? It looks like a standard black ribbon choker with a
cameo, but the cameo actually depicts a bound slave. The fabric is a bit
heavier than it looks, and here, in the back, are two Velcro-covered flaps
that cover the owner's plate and the D ring for the leash."
"Very nice! We'll take it. Can he engrave the same message?"
"Certainly. If I could get the information?" Alvin produced a pad.
Robert related the data, then asked, "What if I wanted even more
decorative?"
"We don't do much in the way of actual jewelry," Alvin replied, "but I
can provide the name of a jeweler who does wonderful work. We have a couple
of simple things, bracelets..."
"Ankle bracelets?"
"Oh, yes." Alvin produced an 8" x 10" velvet tray with a number of
ankle bracelets displayed upon it.
Robert examined them, then looked up. "Merry!"
Merry dropped the tube of flavored gel that she was examining into the
basket that she had obtained to collect their purchases. "Master?"
Robert waved her over, and they examined the selection, settling on a
flat gold chain with an oblong tag. "Have it engraved 'Merry' in a nice
cursive script," Robert directed. He recovered the heavy demo collar. "Do
you mind if she tries it on?" he asked. Alvin shrugged. Robert buckled it
around Merry's neck and stood back to examine it, rubbing his chin. He
directed a significant glance at Alvin. "I need to get the full effect," he
said, quietly.
Alvin pursed his lips, considering the implied request. The master
wanted it, the slave - was a slave, irrelevant. There were only about four
customers on the main floor, and maybe another half-dozen in the peeps.
Besides, it would be good for business. He gave a nod.
"Merry, strip," Robert directed quietly.
Merry blinked, then her eyes went round. Glancing around the store,
she whimpered, "M-master?"
Robert became pedantic. "I wish to see the collar as it will be worn.
Remove your clothing."
Merry closed her slack mouth and inhaled deeply. "Yes, Master." She
wrestled the tube top over her head, then pushed down the skirt and stepped
out of it.
"Position." Robert directed. Merry knelt, fully aware that she had
attracted the attention of all of the other customers. Robert stepped back
a pace and eyed the result critically, then nodded. He did not, however,
instruct Merry to resume her clothing; rather, he stepped away a bit to
examine a rack where various whips were displayed. "Merry," he asked
quietly, while examining the whips, "where is your punishment book?"
Merry went ashen. "In the car, Master."
Robert turned and addressed her, "An excellent answer. 'In the car'
meets the specification that I laid down for it to be readily at hand. Tell
me, Dear - do you think that you have been as successful in other matters of
obedience today?"
"No, Master." Merry knew when the jig was up.
"Another excellent answer. The truth will save you an additional kiss
from the whip. Go and get your punishment book."
Merry blushed. She was already in the rough center of a square of men
who were examining her interestedly, most while pretending not to. She
would have to go outside to the car... "Master, may I dress now?"
"No," came the reply, "Go and get your punishment book."
Merry rose, and made for the door, one hand across her breasts and the
other figleafing her mons. She got halfway across the store before the
voice of her master stopped her. "Merry!"
"Master?"
"You are fully dressed, for your station - you have a collar. Act
like it. Drop your hands, present your bust and walk normally."
"Y-yes, Master." She disappeared through the door. Robert began
examining a whip, one with a head consisting of a number of six inch yarn or
horsehair strips.
Alvin volunteered, "That one is just for show - it's worthless for
actual correction."
Robert put it down, and waved at the display. "Educate me."
In a moment, Merry returned, coming directly to Robert and standing
quietly while Alvin extolled the virtues of a whip with one long, narrow
lash. "Uh, Master?" she asked, diffidently, "May I have the car keys?"
Alvin detected Robert's tight grin. Silently, Robert held out the
keys. Merry took them, and muttered "Thank you, Master," before hurrying
off for her second trip outside nude in as many minutes.
When she returned, Merry knelt and opened the book, holding a pen.
Robert regarded her. "Okay, the book has three columns: The offense,
the punishment, and a check box for whether it has been administered or not.
Do you want to start with the current incident, or work forward from this
morning?"
Merry blinked. The mark of the thought 'Oh, shit!' was readily
discernible upon her features. "This morning, Master?"
Robert ignored the implied question and treated her response as the
choice she was making. "Very well. This morning, you broke position during
our discussion of corporal punishment - but I'll give you that one, as you
proved convincing, at the time. However, you should know that if you break
position and the effort is ineffective, you will be punished. Therefore, it
is a tool to be used sparingly."
After a moment, he continued, "Let's see, then there was that effort
to manipulate me over business clothing. Well? You're not writing..."
Merry's hand shook. "Uh, how does Master want these entries to
appear?"
Robert pondered. "In the first person, I think. 'I attempted to
manipulate my Master to get my way regarding work clothing'. By the way, if
I discover a certain depth of misrepresentation in this issue, it will be a
matter in and of itself - of course, if you care to confess now...?"
"Uh, Master? This may be a grey area..."
"Explain."
"My office has rules, and they appear to be more lax than those that I
had been using - but I honestly believe that I reached my current position
because I ascribed to a higher standard."
Robert pondered. "I'll accept that, for now. Final disposition of
this issue is postponed without prejudice. Moving on - there was the
outburst when I directed that you clarify said issue. Write something on
the order of 'made a verbal expression of disrespect when delivered an
instruction'."
Merry scribbled busily. Robert thought a bit, then continued. "Now
that I think about it, the clothing conversation was fertile ground, wasn't
it? There was the changing room sally... just add 'two times' to the
manipulation charge."
"Yes, Master."
"Then we come to your most recent failures. You failed to follow
instructions with the proper alacrity when instructed to undress. You
questioned my authority to instruct you to do so. And you felt it was
necessary that I justify a directive to you... Are you writing, lazy girl?
Do you need me to rephrase these items for you?"
"Y-yes Master! N-no, Master!" The pen continued to scrawl.
"Was there anything else?" Robert eyed his slave archly.
"I-I'm not sure, Master!"
"I am! What about this failure of yours to display yourself properly?"
"M-master?"
"Foolish Slave! If I have you go nude in a public place for the
gratification of myself and others, do you think I want you to attempt to
cover yourself with your hands? Look around you. If I wanted these people
to enjoy your beauty, why would I expect you to run around with your knees
together and your hands covering your breasts and mons?"
Merry looked around. The ring of highly interested customers had
increased to ten people, nine men and a woman. Someone had gone into the
peep show in the back and spread the word - now it was emptied in favor of
live entertainment. The woman, part of a couple, quietly asked the female
clerk, "Is this a show or something?" and got a negative head shake while
Merry took them in. Embarrassment and humiliation multiplied in her by the
moment. Some of the onlookers were puzzled, some fascinated, some
embarrassed, some intrigued, and at least a couple were actively leering.
One was blatantly grabbing his crotch. Merry looked away, quickly.
Alvin caught the byplay between the woman and his female colleague,
and sensed what could be a media event. He approached Robert, and asked
quietly, "Would the gentleman care to correct his slave here in the store?
It would provide an opportunity to test various devices..."
Robert frowned in thought. No one knew better than he that he had
Merry on the ropes. The situation could explode at any moment. The fact
that Merry had picked up on the murmured conversation and gone white to the
lips upped the ante. "Do you have a facility for this?" he inquired.
"Alas, no, although a successful session today might convince
management to provide one for future visits. However, the bars there are
not merely decorative, and should provide adequate tie-off."
Robert studied the short, barred partition that masked the alcove
containing the bondage equipment, and shook his head. "I don't know - it
limits my activities, somewhat. Doubtless she will want to demonstrate her
level of compliance afterward. This could become too graphic to allow for
proper crowd control."
Alvin nodded soberly, then raised a finger, signaling inspiration.
"Perhaps a couples' viewing booth?" he asked, indicating three doors along
the wall. "A small room with a couch and a big-screen television for
private viewing of a selected video? Given the interest that this is almost
certain to generate, I can waive the fee. You could retire to there after
the correction session for as long as necessary."
Robert rubbed his jaw, thinking. He was beginning to like this idea.
Alvin sweetened the pot. "I'm thinking that this is a memorable event.
Perhaps we could document it with some digital photos? A poster-sized
photo, with the slave's features appropriately obscured, is something
management might be interested in purchasing to add to the ambiance of the
bondage display..."
Robert liked Alvin's style! "Well," he huffed, "I couldn't just let
you take pictures and keep them - it would be too easy for me to lose my
privacy, and that of my slave. Perhaps we could make some arrangement
wherein I held the media?"
Alvin screwed up his face. It was put up or shut up, and he sensed a
deal-breaker. He decided to go for broke. "I'm willing to risk the loss of
the media. Do you have equipment capable of handling Compact Flash media?"
The balance tipped. "I do - and I'd be willing to part with
reasonable deposit monies until I can return it to you. I'll do it. Please
get your camera!" He turned to Merry, "Merry..."
Merry blew. "Master, you cannot do this! I cannot do this! Beat me
if you must, but not here! Not in front of all of these people! Master -
Robert - I have to..." Merry made to get up onto her feet.
SLAP! "MERRY! Come here, NOW!" The slap had shocked Merry, sending
her onto all fours. Stunned, she crawled to Robert, more because she had
totally stopped thinking than anything else. She started to open her mouth.
Robert shoved his hand into her face, thumb toward her. "Suck on this!" he
demanded.
Merry leaned forward and took his hand in hers, pulled the hand to her
mouth and began to suck. "That's it!" he murmured, calmly, speaking to her
as he would a small child, "Draw comfort from it. Do you know what you
almost did? DON'T TAKE IT OUT, just nod your head..." Merry shook her head
'no', suckling on the thumb obediently. It DID seem to relax her, Robert
noted, thinking 'Strange - where DID the idea come from?' Again holding her
eyes and treating her as he would a child, he continued, "You almost made a
major mistake and brought an end to our relationship. I barely stopped you
from making a fool of yourself. Pick up the punishment book, and read the
first entry - don't stop sucking - you need it to calm your fears and to
help you deal with reality right now. Now, Slave - do those words allow you
to take the actions you were contemplating?" Merry shook her head 'no',
sucking hard and sniffling. Robert continued quietly, "Our old relationship
dropped away this morning - and you just nearly destroyed the new one. If
you had done what crossed your mind a moment ago, you would have destroyed
our NEW relationship - and we'd have had none, because I could no longer
trust you to keep your solemn word."
Alvin, off to one side, took a picture. Robert looked up. "Careful!"
he admonished. "She's very fragile at the moment! I'll need some cuffs,
and leg restraints - and a ball gag; I can't trust her to be able to control
herself." The whole time, his gaze remained locked on Merry, who shook like
a leaf and sucked on his thumb furiously.
Alvin dashed over and obtained the requested restraints. Robert
curled the fingers of the hand she was sucking on under her chin and
directed Merry to rise by pressing up on her chin while maintaining the
thumb in her mouth. He led her to the bars and had her stand there, facing
him, alongside them, still sucking his thumb for dear life. Alvin knelt
next to Merry's right ankle holding a leather restraint attached to about 2
feet of looped chain, which he wrapped around two of the bars. "Give the
gentleman your ankle, Merry," Robert directed gently. Merry passively
allowed the restraint to be fastened around her ankle, eyes pleading as she
continued to take some small measure of comfort from Robert's thumb in her
mouth. Robert shook his head, murmuring gently, "You KNOW that we HAVE to
do this, don't you?" Tears rolled as Merry nodded a reluctant 'yes'. "Give
the gentleman your hand, Merry." Merry meekly held out her hand for the
wrist restraint to be attached. "At the crossbar," Robert directed, "I want
her to be able to grasp the bars for support. I don't want her spread-
eagled too much, and I don't want her crushed to the bars." Alvin nodded,
estimating inches and angles, and attached the restraint to a location where
the crossbar crossed an upright.
Robert pointed to the ball gag, and Alvin placed it in his hand. As
he removed his thumb, Merry burst out "Master, I..." before he placed a
finger to her lips and said "Shh! This is for your own good. I don't want
you getting foolish. Another time, we'll do it differently, but... Now open
your mouth." Merry meekly opened her mouth and allowed Robert to force the
ball between her jaws. She endured the discomfort as he adjusted the head
harness, knowing that it was the least of what was to come. Robert stood
back.
"Give the gentleman your other hand..." he directed, "...and your
foot..." Alvin completed the restraints, then went and got his camera. He
took several pictures, Merry's fear-filled eyes tracking him constantly.
Merry's position allowed her about a foot of free play for her legs, while
allowing nothing much above. She could - and did, not thinking about it -
bend a bit at the waist. The restraints did NOT allow her to close her
legs. Robert picked up the punishment book. "I'm afraid that I will need
to make some additions," he related sorrowfully. Robert wasn't faking it.
He knew that Merry was facing a major trauma - and that he was going to have
to add to it, because it MUST be an even-handed application of discipline.
"Let's see... Attempted to avoid punishment... Failed to follow
instructions... Attempted to dictate policy to master... attempted escape...
This atop your other transgressions. This will be a painful lesson, I'm
afraid." Merry's eyes were huge and tearful, as she attempted
unsuccessfully to beg around the ball gag. Alvin took another picture,
certain that THIS would be the signature photo. Robert turned his attention
to Alvin, directing, "Show me your wares!"
Alvin went into the display area and rooted around in the displays,
literally under Merry's horrified eyes, selecting a wide strap and a paddle
with a couple of large holes in it. He returned to Robert and said, "I
recommend that you begin with one or another of these..." holding them out.
Robert examined each in turn, and settled upon the paddle. "Merry, I
see about 20 strokes here. Do you want me to break them out for you?" Merry
shook her head, 'no'. "Another time," he continued, "I will expect you to
keep the count and thank me for them, but this time, I just want you to bow
your head after each. Do you understand?" Merry shook her head, 'yes'.
Robert turned and faced his rapt audience, which had again swollen to 16.
"You may keep the count, instead," he announced. Nodding to Alvin, he
directed, "Photo after each." Alvin nodded. Robert deliberately stepped
forward and applied the paddle to Merry's right buttock with a resounding
SMACK!
Pain blossomed in Merry's universe and she bit into the gag hard, too
surprised at it's intensity to scream. She was dimly aware of the flash as
Alvin followed his instructions.
The audience let out their pent-up breath explosively. "One,"
announced the woman, from the back of the crowd.
"Bow your head, Merry," Robert reminded her gently. Obediently, she
dipped her head. Robert repositioned, and SMACK! - a mirror strike bloomed
red on her left buttock.
"Two!" the woman intoned. No one offered to contend for her position
as the count holder.
Merry's whole ass was now on fire. Tears poured down her face as she
bobbed her head. Alvin's camera again flashed.
Robert turned and selected the strap. "I assume that the expected
target area is wider with this?" he inquired.
"Yes. The paddle is actively dangerous when not used on the
buttocks." Alvin amplified.
Nonetheless, Robert's next stroke overlaid a good half of the paddle
print on Merry's right buttock. Merry screamed bloody murder - but all that
arose around the gag was a weak whine. "Three," intoned the woman. Merry's
head bob was reflexive - she didn't even know she did it. The next 5
strokes went to the left buttock, the left thigh, the right thigh, and the
lower back on both sides. Robert then-applied the paddle to Merry's burning
asscheeks for two more strokes, then paused to consider his position while
the woman intoned "Ten."
Merry was obviously crying broken-heartedly, and only an iron will
allowed Robert to continue. "Quirt!" he barked at Alvin. Alvin returned
with a short whip with fringed blades, resembling a riding crop. "I have one
of these at home," Robert confided, "Might as well see what it is capable
of..." He snapped it viciously against Merry's upper right thigh!
Merry was galvanized. Her eyes nearly started from their sockets, and
she turned bright red from the effort she made at screaming while she
thrashed against the bars. It took her several seconds to quit trying to
force herself between them to escape the terrible, slashing pain! As she
did, she unconsciously dropped her head - and Robert delivered the stroke's
twin to her other thigh. "Twelve," the anonymous woman intoned.
Robert nodded to himself. Merry was fairly dancing - it would be a
moment before they could continue. "Show me that single tipped item!" he
ordered.
Alvin produced it. "This is a precision instrument," he confided, "The
idea is to lay it on in such a manner that not only the length of the blade
leaves a mark, but the tip snaps into something soft..."
"Like a nipple?" Robert asked, rhetorically.
"I see that you have the basic idea," Alvin replied. "It takes a bit
of practice to be accurate..."
"At this point, Merry can do with the relative ease provided by any
screw-ups I should make," Robert related. He snapped it once in the air,
where it crackled viciously, then left a stinging welt on her left buttock.
Without much in the way of a pause, he attempted mirror placement upon the
right, then stood back to await the count.
"Thirteen, fourteen!" the woman caught up. Merry was agonized. The
slashing strokes reminded her forcibly of those memorable switch beatings of
her childhood.
Robert laid two more strokes in quick succession across Merry's upper
thighs, leaving bright red weals. "Fifteen, sixteen!" the counter cried.
Then Robert got fancy: he brought the whip down along her ass crack,
stinging her exposed anus, then contrived to backswing in such a way as to
wrap the blade along Merry's labia and snap her clit!
As the counter brought the count to eighteen, Merry tried gamely to
climb the bars and hang from the ceiling. Never in her life had she felt
such pain! Her clit burned and stung - even worse, it was now erect! If he
hit it again... Insanity hovered closely.
Robert gave Merry time, conversing with Alvin. "We'll take everything
we've used," he announced, "except the crop. I already have one." Alvin
nodded. At a minimum, he had secured a several hundred dollar purchase;
quite possibly, when the word got out, he might well have tripled the store
business in the short term. Alvin was well satisfied.
Robert walked into the alcove, and collected Merry's eyes as she hung
from the restraints, whimpering in pain and exhaustion. "We're almost there,
Love," he murmured, "Almost there." Then, in an exercise in inhuman
accuracy, he lashed out with the whip, managing to snap it precisely upon
her left nipple! Merry's eyes rolled up as she flirted with unconsciousness
to escape the incredible pain. Her feet beat a tattoo upon the floor as
she mindlessly tried to run from her tormentor - a feat patently impossible,
given her restraints.
The viewing angle was poor for most of the onlookers, but there was no
doubt about what had happened, so the counter announced, "Nineteen!" Robert
waited a few seconds, then delivered number twenty to Merry's right breast,
contenting himself with leaving a weal, given the fact that there was no way
that Merry was going to hold still for a similar strike anytime soon. It
was virtually anticlimactic. The count finished, the crowd released their
collective breath. Someone in the back began to applaud, and in moments, it
was general. Robert merely nodded - he wasn't particularly happy with what
he had done, but it had been a lingering lesson of a nature that Merry had
desperately needed.
Robert came back around and undid Merry's right side, and Alvin undid
the left. Merry sagged to the floor, and Alvin recorded her pain and
exhaustion for posterity. Robert let her rest a moment, while Alvin
collected the gear, then snapped his fingers. Merry looked up, her eyes
widened, and she immediately assumed the ready position, quivering. Robert
crooked his finger, and Merry crawled forward into Robert's reach. He
gathered her head to him and cradled it to his hip while he worked to
release the fastenings of the ball gag. Once the harness was undone, she
sat there, looking at him, until he held out his hand. Then and only then
did she spit the ball into his palm. As Robert handed the gag to Alvin,
Merry began babbling. "Master! Please! I'll be good! No more! I'll do
anything! How..." Robert put up a hand, and Merry's mouth clapped shut.
Perusing the onlookers, Robert discovered a singularly unprepossessing
specimen of manhood and waved him forward. The man was in his seventies,
unshaven, and dirty. Robert inquired, "Sir, would you assist me in an
experiment?" The oldster nodded, and Robert turned to Merry. "Merry, I want
you to pleasure this gentleman... with your mouth... Stop!"
"Master?" Robert's directive to halt stopped Merry with her hand
already through the urine-stained trapdoor of the old bum's boxers and
wrapped around his wizened penis. There had been absolutely no hesitation.
Merry had reached for his zipper as soon as the instruction was understood
to be complete. Robert (and virtually everyone else present - especially
the oldster) was amazed at the alacrity of Merry's response. She had gotten
thoroughly ahead of him; in another second, she's have popped the old guy's
smelly dick into her mouth!
"Zip the man back up, Merry, and go wash your hands. Hurry along,
now!" Merry took off running, stopping to inquire as to the location of the
toilet from the female clerk. Turning to the old bum, he fished out a $20
bill. "Sorry for your inconvenience, but I'm not up for sharing her out
yet." Robert related in a conspiratorial tone, "Will this compensate you?"
"Uh, yeah, sure!" The oldster wandered off, goggle-eyed, thinking
'Did I just miss a blow job?'
Robert turned to Alvin and stuck out his hand. "The media?" Alvin
opened the digital camera and fished out the flash card, encasing it in a
plastic case before handing it to Robert. "Add a $50 deposit," Robert
directed, "and I think we'll be needing the booth."
Alvin locked eyes with his female colleague, who nodded. "Take number
three."
A moan surfaced and Robert looked toward the counter, where the woman
who had counted the strokes was collapsed, weak-kneed, in the arms of her
significant other. "David," she murmured raggedly, "Get a booth! And
rubbers! This won't wait!"
Merry came back, running smoothly, her pert breasts bouncing
deliciously. She careened to a stop before Robert, dropping into the ready
position almost before she stopped. Robert pointed at couples' booth three.
"We're going in there," he announced, "where we'll look into any ideas you
may have for keeping me happy!" An hour later, Merry having taken some
trouble to work on her deep throat technique (there's something about
watching a woman smile while she gags, Robert found), followed by a long,
doggie-style fuck hanging over the back of the couch that featured three
screaming orgasms, Robert had Merry collect their purchases and they started
for home, Merry wearing her newly engraved home collar and nothing else,
proudly carrying her clothing and purchases.
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