The muffled, distorted screams pleased me, the cream was working, good. “slave you will remain silent until I give you permission to speak.” I order, drawing a groan from you.
You hear me laugh cruelly the I bent and hope filled you as I bent to adjust the chain locked to the rings, which was dashed as all I did was tightened the chain. I remounted you and once more flick the reins and crop your ass and you begin crawling. You crawl forward hesitantly due to the blindfold. Through many twists and turns, several trips you and down stair you become confused and lost any notion which part of the asylum we were in.
Once we reach our destination you smell food, delightful food and you whine and mewl wanting food but now wanting to spoil any chance of getting fed. Once we reached the table I dismounted and hitched the reins to the leg of the table. I removed the chemical suit and, though the blindfold was still in place you vainly stared towards me wishing that you could see, in order to see my face. Throughout the meal you whine and mewl wanting food, hoping that I might feed you. Once I had finished I removed the panel of the headdress.
“Now slave you want me to fuck you. However, due to your behavior I am not inclined to be merciful. Perhaps you could persuade me,” I mused, knowing that I would use this situation to degrade and humiliate you, extracting a blowjob and hand job, cumming all over your tits and blindfolded face but determining not to fuck you until the morning. “but, you will have to convince me to do so.”