I lay on the desert floor gasping and convulsing and yelling with every wave of hot electric pleasure that coursed through me. The electric dildo had been strapped to me somehow, so it would not come out. My hands were now free, but I made no move to remove it.

I stroked my clit, squeezed my breasts and rolled in the dust as I tangled myself with erotic, joyful abandon in the lines and silk of my golden parachute.

I don't know how long I came, it seemed endless. I didn't hear the car slide off the highway and head towards me. I didn't hear the single set of footsteps approach me. I felt everything and nothing as the dildo suddenly stopped all vibration and was still.

The parachute was slowly pulled off of me. In the hot morning desert sun I saw the small athletic form of a beautiful dark female in a black leather jump suit.

There was her soft powerful voice, "Hello, Tori...I am Mistress Z."

It was as if gravity pulled me and all of the emotions of th...

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