[mf/ds/ws] The Consequences of Freedom

Your wrists feel a bit of a tweak as the last strip of duct tape makes its way around, encircling your hands and pinning them behind your back. The setup was about as cheap and thrown-together as the occasion called for. Relatively short errand, just across town, back in about an hour and a half. You had your hands pinned back against the radiator, stripped nude, a plug snugly tucked inside your ass.

You’d been getting into the unfortunate habit of doing things I’d specifically prohibited you from doing as I’d take off for one thing or another. Watching TV, eating snacks from the pantry, and whatever else your brat self decided was her perogative when Sir was not around. Obviously, this wasn’t something that I was terribly pleased about, but had let slide with a warning first, then a spank second… until you decided to outright leave to head down the street for a coffee without My permission while I got gas. Seeing that transaction come up on My phone was far from the highlight of My week. Now, I’m helping train you to understand the rules a little bit better.