To say it had been a rough day would be an understatement. Emma slid her key in the door and stepped inside briskly, taking a deep breath to steady herself. After weeks of mandatory masturbation at His behest, she was on the tenth day of denial. Naturally, He was taking full advantage of this and had spent the relatively slow day at her work keeping her occupied.
It started with pictures, simple images and gifs, and like everything else with Him it started innocently enough. The first few pictures were of rope harnesses, ideas for ties they could work on the next time they played. Then they became slightly more explicit, but only just, a spread ass filled with a jeweled butt plug, or a vibrator tied to a juicy clit. But it didn’t stop, and it wasn’t long before she was being subject to all manner of depravity, wanton women with their eyes rolled in the back of their heads as their holes were abused.