Chapter Seven
Marisa’s Cherry
Gisele had broken me to her will, but she made sure I was all put back together when returned to Thomas; gagged, bound up, plugged up and on my own two feet.
“It’s a little thing we have,” Gisele said with a friendly wink. I lay on the floor while Hilary tied my arms behind my lashed covered, exhausted body. Gisele hefted a v****a and butt plug chastity belt. “The punished slave goes back under her own power. A little public humility for her and to prove that the punisher didn’t go too far. At least, physically.”
“Oh, how nice of you,” I quietly said.
Gisele pushed Hilary aside. A black, satin gloved hand grabbed my chin. “Do we have to start all over?” she yelled in my face. “Do we?”
“No. No, ma’am,” I breathed.
“Good, because it’s that very attitude t
