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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE… TAKE MY TEST!
A Special Test of Zatanna’s Dark Alley
IF YOU’VE READ, PLEASE CHECK OUT THIS UPDATED VERSION.
Zote: I know I said I wouldn’t publish anything more on Medium, but after some very interesting results (aka payout rates) on a few different stories of mine, I discovered something. Now I don’t want to jump the gun, like whipping a slave pre-emptively, for when they’re naughty in the future, as fun as that is.
So I’m running a little test, but I need your help. If you’ve read this earlier this month, please check out this update version, so I can report out my results in the next few days. Thanks! And Thank You So Much for you help and support.
“I’m naked, cold, and face down in a dark, wet, and dirty alley. Between the smell of rat piss and garbage, is the growing scents of leather and caramel. Unconsciously, I whisper her name… Zatanna?
She replies, “Wrists.”
Although my shoulders are swollen, sore, and painfilled, I silently present my wrists, before she secures them in cold metal cuffs.
Next, she says, “Neck.”
I bend my head down, allowing her to collar me, before adding a leash. I reply to the one notch away from choking me to death, hard leather…
