Alina had secured Charles to the bench before she’d changed into her bikini, and she’d also picked out three pairs of dirty panties from the laundry basket in her bathroom. Now she took them from under the bench and showed them to Charles.
“I chose my sports panties…and they tend to get a bit smelly, I’m afraid. Three pairs should be enough to keep you quiet.”
Charles shook his head. “No…please…I need to be able to talk to you!”
“No you don’t…I want you to feel totally, utterly helpless. Hopefully you can’t move or get out of those bonds…but I also need you to feel unable to beg for mercy.”
“Alina! Please!” he said urgently. “That’s just…”
She pressed the bunched up panties against his mouth.
“See? I hate that pathetic begging! Now open your f*****g mouth!”
Charles hesitated for sev
