“Sorry ma’am. How about here?”
“That’s fine. Just mind the woodwork now.”
In truth she really wasn’t moving in much stuff. She didn’t have to. Her glorious new home was already furnished in a manner that made her place back in Chicago look like the hovel it was. With Slut-boy now firmly in her possession she’d never want for anything again. All she’d had shipped was her extensive collection of fetish gear – things she’d particularly need for continuing his training foremost – and a few items of sentimental value.
In the three days since she’d locked up Slut-boy’s c**k Nikki had kept him tightly bound around the clock. She’d smugly fed him by hand, got him to drink from a baby bottle, and led him to and from the bathroom with his feet only partially free. And as long as she kept pounding
