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“Good,” she soothes, caressing the aching flesh. She moans appreciatively as she laps at her own sweet, musky juices, sucking lovingly on her Mistress’ fingers, closing her eyes and savoring her own humiliation. It seems an eternity before she finally reaches the car, and she sighs with relief and real gratitude as the vicious little clamps are removed. Her Mistress shoves her back forcefully, breaking the kiss, blushing slightly with her own constrained arrousal. She feels her Mistress’ breath hot on her bare chest as she attaches the strange clasp to the leash, placing it just right so that her nipples bear the weight of the slack leash, the agony unbearable.
