Eenslaved: There’s No Way For Me To Hide From Him. No Hiding Anything. When He Makes That Signal, I Turn Around Promptly And Bend Over The Nearest Suitable Surface. In The Past It’s Been Stairs, Barstools, Footstools, Balcony Bannisters, Sink
eenslaved: “Mmmmphhh,” she wails as at the long, flat paddle cracks down soundly across her ass. She throws her head back and then lets it drop back down again. Her fingers twitch restlessly, and she sobs loudly through the crude gag. Everything
