Marie just whispered, “Yes Mistress.” She opened her knees slightly, resting now on the balls of her feet. She had so many years to make up for. And I think this diet is helping, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Marie whispered. Marie didn’t gag until it was a full two inches past her epiglottis. ———————
Lora opened the lid of the can of protein drink. She cried more easily now. A quiet sob escaped Marie’s lips as she struggled to lift her knees. Lora told her that the videos were fetching a good price with her worldwide clients but that she wasn’t satisfied. But Lora insisted it would bring double the price she was getting for the recordings. Lora had already picked out the plug. Marie knew it wasn’t true, Lora explained it to her over and over the first few weeks, but she couldn’t escape the fear. She’d been proud of that, she had beaten Lora. At six forty-five and again at nine, Lora locked her in her room and Marie watched porn and masturbated.
