| When we left our distressed damsel, she was lying on her back, attached by her spreader bar by the ankles to a door knob, hands tied behind her head, pussy dripping from the extended stimulation, stinging from the slaps and cropping, and frustrated at not being allowed to cum. You hear the door open, and can only hope that it is me. As you strain to see, I appear in the doorway holding a garment bag and shopping bag from the local Adult Superstore. "Now what," you wonder. Your question is soon answered as I open the garment bag to reveal a red Lycra mini dress, cut down to the navel in front, and ultra short skirted, a thigh high dress, reminiscent of Kelly Bundy. "Your evening wear," I tell you, with a nasty smile on my face. And from the bag, I pull out...clit jewelry! A lovely little clip for your clit, with 4 "jewels" dangling from it! It is an interesting clip with weights to remind you of your place. I reach over and untie the spreader bar from the door kno...
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