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Completely naked, I crawled into the red room. Master’s den of sins. Not knowing what painful pleasures awaited me was as thrilling as it was nerve-wracking. Low strings of classical musting tickled through the speakers. I ached to look around for any clues of what today’s session would be but I knew better. My eyes stayed on the lush red carpet as I crawled to the center of the room and kneeled when I got there.
“Such a pretty little Doll.” Master’s voice caused me to shiver even though I wasn’t cold. “Let’s see just how widely we can stretch that tight little pussy open today, shall we?” He patted one of the sawhorses, and quickly, I crawled up over the padded benches. My knees were forced open by the position, and I laid my tummy and chest on the back of the furniture, so Master could cuff my ankles to the front feet. I’d be unable to stop any of his ministrations as he stretched me.
