punana is pressed against two cold metal poles and then wrapped with leather straps around its torso. She closed her eyes and turned her face upward, letting the cold streams run down over her cheeks and neck, down her body, covering her in gooseflesh from forehead to toe. She jerked herself back to awareness and threw the towel to the floor. Twice this month, she’d taken off an entire day and stayed home to masturbate to the stories. punana has given itself to its Master completely, though, and realizes that its own wishes meant less than nothing. “Enough!” she said, turning off the vibrator. The apartment was quiet, Ben was gone to work and there was no traffic outside. They were taking their pleasure now, fucking punana’s ass. It was almost nine. punana scrambles on its hands and knees, trying to get to its feet, but the spiked heels that have been grafted to its bones make it too difficult.
