I lie here restrained and blindfolded, a captive in his web. My purpose is to take his hard shaft in whatever hole he chooses, as often as he needs release. Ah, what a word. Release. It is a word reserved for the Master.

I am not allowed such luxury. My frustration is my penance for being disobedient. He gave me several chances to behave, but I was sassy, as redheads tend to be.

I’m to be punished but I have no idea by what method. Suddenly his hands are probing everywhere.

Wait, how many hands does the Master have, anyway?