#351940 - She didn't just bind her tongue with the rubber bands, she snapped them fiercely over and over until tears were streaming down her cheeks. His voice was slow and measured, he was used to being obeyed. Daisy looked down at her own body now, the little pooch of a belly underneath the French Maid outfit she thought a slave should wear, and felt silly, embarrassed, childish.
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