Chapter Six
Andie’s New Jewelry
It took some days for the quartet to recover from the perversion of that night with the bondage barrel, the enema, and Zooey’s silicone dildo. Conversations were muted between the Master and the two Mistresses. Farm slut Andie was left alone to brood on the unspeakable acts that made her blush, while warming her entire body with remembrance. Satisfaction swam around her while she busily worked to forget those gruesome, yet painfully perfect, hours of torment—that was the only right thing to do, she thought. To dwell on her perversion was a perversion in itself. To feel at least a little bit guilty was a good thing.
Just experimentation they all silently agreed. Who would want to repeat the scene? They couldn’t make it any better, or more severe. By d
