The next morning she woke already aching. The thicker plug sat deep in her ass, a constant heavy presence that shifted whenever she moved. His cum from the day before had dried sticky on her inner thighs overnight. She showered carefully, cleaning her skin but leaving the plug exactly where he had seated it. The silver lock pendant rested against her sternum as she dressed according to the new message that had arrived just after dawn.
Today you will wear the same thin white blouse, three buttons open. Same short black skirt. Nothing underneath. The plug stays in. You will arrive at ten again. Kneel outside. Crawl when the door opens. Present your mouth first. Then turn and present everything else. I have new ropes ready. New clamps. A wider gag. I am going to keep you bound for hours. I am going to fill every hole until you cannot think. If you come without permission I will make you edge until you cry. Color?
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