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Slave Sitting Sla Gag
Mistress Z will Not be returning him in the same condition!
He stares silently at me like it’s going to make a difference . . . It will not. He mumbles behind his gag like I care . . . I do not. Sla Gag has seen my aluminum cane and wants his Mistress to come back to pick him up . . . It’s not happening! I push the button on my winch so he lifts off the cart, before I roll it away from under him . . .
His wrists and ankles are strapped, locked closed and locked to chains that are locked to the metal frame being lifted by the winch. He’s fully suspended, helpless and other than the leather straps, harness and hood . . . he is naked . . . exposed and 100% at my mercy!
“Listen Slave! I owe your Mistress a very big favor and if you’re not a crying wreck of bruised flesh when I return you . . . I’ll still owe her even more.” I watch as he struggles harder . . . only to find out he’s unable to get free. His body harness is so tight; the hard leather edges are already starting to cut into his skin with every struggle . . .
He’s already grunting in pain and I’ve not even begun his tortures! Twisting his wrists and ankles in their straps, causing the chains, locks and metal frame to clank and creak. One swift hit of my aluminum cane across his ass causes him to tense and lift his whole body from the…
