A leather straitjacket was the latest humiliation Agent Cecy had for her mentor Agent Katie.
Younger trainee Agent @Cecyme Medina delighted in putting her older trainer into degrading situations.
Agent Cecy ordered Agent Katie to strip herself naked while her young protege watched and took cell phone pictures. Then the brunette beauty commanded the older blonde to slide her arms into a straitjacket and buckled her in as tightly as she could. Cecy added clamps for her nipples and shackles for her ankles.
That is when Cecy’s fun really started…she knew Agent Katie’s black panties were already soaked, but the young trainee was going to keep tormenting her trainer until she was moaning and begging into her black ball gag.
Even though Agent Katie is Agent Cecy’s supervisor and mentor, Agent Cecy delights in putting her trainer into compromising situations that undermine her authority and force Agent Katie into a submissive state.
And as degrading as it is for the older and more experienced Senior Agent Katie to have to submit to her subordinate protege, it also excites her to be so exposed and vulnerable – knowing that the beautiful younger agent has such power over her!
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This is just a CROP of my dear friend @Cecyme ‘s artwork that she created for me.
Once again she added some very sexy prose that prompted me to add some more writing of my own.
I encourage you to go to her page @Cecyme to see the full image and more of her incredibly sexy work.
GO! NOW! GO CHECK IT OUT!
Watch for more Agent Katie and Agent Cecy stories coming soon.
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We started out with Fridays as special training days for Cecy around the Agents of S.P.A.N.K. server.
She was publicly put through her paces by agents and villains alike.
She’s such a good sport – and reacts so delightfully – and looks so good doing it!
Cecy decided that on Thursdays, I – her boss and mentor, Senior Agent Katie – should receive a similar treatment. And ever since then, she’s surprised me with sexy images every Thursday.
Cecy now has her own GALLERY on MY DA page where you can see all of our shared images.
See previous images of Cecy dominating Agent Katie here:
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Huge thanks to my sweet friend Cecyme for this steamy hot artwork.
I’m flattered that she would take time to craft this for me and I’m so grateful for her friendship!
Go check her out on her DA page for lots of fun scenes and stories – she writes great saucy prose – and more artwork with her friends.
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year!
Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn. 😉
Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic…now it seems that Dr. Prodo has chosen a treatment plan for our intrepid Agent!
Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!
1. 2. 3. 4.
Previous in this one:
1. 2. 3. 4.
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“Agent Katie!” Dr. Prodo crowed. “Welcome to your personalized treatment program. If you’ll just relax and submit yourself to our care, we’ll begin exploiting – I mean treating – your particular fetishes and peccadilloes immediately.” He paused and nodded at Orderly Knismo.
The orderly lifted me up and planted me on the exam table. Despite being utterly under his control, I squirmed and struggled a bit – mostly out of habit. He positioned me reclined against the padded backrest with my bound legs stretched out before me.
“Give yourself over to us,” the Dr. intoned. “We’ll have you giggling and squealing in no time!”
“Mrrruhh??” I questioned from behind my gag. ‘Giggling and squealing?’
“Well, by that, I mean of course…” the doctor corrected himself. “We’ll be starting your therapy to cure you of your shameful kinky desires. By uh…well, anyway…”
I realized then Knismo was humming a new tune, one I recognized from a Jell-O commercial:
“Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle…”
While the orderly held my upper arms, Nurse Gargalesis fastened a wide safely belt across my waist, pinning my hips and lower back into the table. Then Knismo removed the belt around my upper body and drew my arms behind the back cushion, fastening my wrists behind it.
Just like that, my upper body was immobilized; at best I could toss my shoulders back and forth. When I realized how my braless breasts were swaying back and forth, I quit that resistance too.
Meanwhile, the crazed-looking nurse had removed the belt from my ankles and replaced it with individual cuffs joined by a short cord. Then she used the hook to raise my legs up off the table!
Once the remaining straps were removed from my calves and thighs, my legs dangled from the ceiling hook a couple inches apart. Right away I realized how exposed I was between my legs and the underside of my rear. To make matters worse, they used scissors to clip off my panties!
The creepy doc took a position right at the end of the table – did he seem taller? – I couldn’t really tell – and besides, I had plenty of other things to worry about. Like the fact that he began caressing my feet and tickling my soles with his fingernails – while holding my ankles apart!
I was so distracted by him playing with my feet that I didn’t notice Nurse Gargalesis had picked up the dildo. She grinned wickedly while she held it up where I could see – and waved it teasingly at me. “Orderly Knismo, I think she’s going to need the pillow bit-gag for this.”
“Of course, nurse,” the orderly said happily, and peeled off the medical tape in a none-to-gentle manner. “Open wide, girl,” he commanded, pressing a padded leather bit against my lips.
At this point, I didn’t see much point in resisting the gag – and I had to admit the nurse was probably right. Based on the size of the dildo she was threatening me with, I was going to need something to bite down on. I opened my mouth to accept it submissively and had it buckled around my head. I was still trying to figure out what all this had to do with my personal kinks.
That’s when things really started to get weird. As if they weren’t weird enough already.
“Agent Katie,” Dr. Prodo chirped, looking at me from between my suspended ankles. “We here at the Clinic for Conformity try to identify a prisoner’s – er, patient’s – one or two main fetishes so that we can ‘cure’ them. You, however – well, you pose an interesting challenge.”
I really wanted to seem disinterested and defiant, but the truth was, I was kinda curious what he meant. I mean, my agency-appointed therapist hadn’t made much progress on the topic.
“You enjoy having all control taken away from you,” he continued.
If I wasn’t gagged, I would have said ‘no duh,’ so I gave him a noncommittal shoulder shrug.
“But you don’t have any one or two fetishes. You seem to have…well, almost all of them.”
Again, I wanted to say ‘no duh.’ There were, of course, some fetishes that were a hard pass for me. But not a lot! So I kind of gave him a little head bob as if to say,‘and your point is??’
“So I think our only course of action is to take you to a total sensory overload to desensitize you to…well, everything.” He gave a smarmy grin. The whole time he was still playing with my feet.
I was still nodding along with him up to that point, as if saying, ‘yeah, cool, cool…’ Then I stopped short and was like‘wait, WHAT??’ Sensory overload and desensitize me? I wasn’t sure what that meant and didn’t know whether to be worried or take it as a personal challenge.
“Orderly Knismo, if you will, please?” the creepy little doctor said, motioning to the man behind me. I heard a hiss of air and then the mask was cupped over my mouth and nose.
“Just breathe deeply, Agent Katie,” the smarmy doc grinned. “This will be just like the giggle gas at the dentist…you’ll feel everything that’s going on…you just won’t mind…”
“…but you will enjoy it!”
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Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn. 😉
Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic…now it seems that Dr. Prodo has chosen a treatment plan for our intrepid Agent!
Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!
1. 2. 3. 4.
Previous in this one:
1. 2. 3.
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When Dr. Prodo said they were taking me on a lengthy tour, he wasn’t kidding! He must have cleared his whole afternoon schedule for me. I suppose I should be flattered, but then I wasn’t sure he actually did much around the clinic anyway – besides creepily caress his patients’ shoes.
They took me into a dozen or so ‘treatment’ rooms of the facility. Each seemed to have a different fetish-related theme. Many, MANY were related to bondage or peril of one form or another.
There was a room with a woman in a blouse and skirt tied to a chair, detective-gagged. Another had a naked woman strapped to an interrogation chair. There was a woman mummified in plastic and another all in latex and hooded. There was even a woman swinging in a suspended hogtie.
“Hmm…decisions, decisions…” Dr. Prodo murmured while Orderly Knismo carried me from room to room, making sure my rear still bounced along the bulge in his trousers the whole time. Nurse Gargalesis seemed to be watching my expressions closely, studying my reactions to each room.
They didn’t ask me my opinion, of course. Which is fine, because I probably would have reacted much like Dr. Prodo: ‘decisions, decisions…’ I mean, ALL the rooms looked pretty good to me!
“Perhaps we should check out some other fetishes…” Nurse Gargalesis suggested.
We stopped at a door that said ‘Nick’s Room.’ Inside a huge room were a few women being chased around the room by monsters of all sorts…a giant snake, a dragon, a worm, a T-Rex. There were vines and giant plants. I watched in horror as the creatures snagged the women one by one and slowly dragged them or dropped them into their mouths – and swallowed them up!
“Oh, wait…” the doctor suddenly said. “You like to tell your stories on DeviantArt, don’t you? Well, we’d better stay away from this room so you don’t get the ban-hammer. And so that you don’t get harassed by jaded misogynistic pedantic twats hypocritically indulging even stranger fetishes.”
“Mmm-hmmm,” I nodded in agreement as he closed the door to ‘Nick’s Room.’
We progressed through a number of other rooms, Nurse Gargalesis watching my reactions carefully. We saw women in anime cat looking costumes, others screaming into gags while they were tickled, subjects being flogged and riding Sybians, one tattooed woman getting piercings, still more women posed like lamps and tables, even women watching other women getting it on.
And still, ALL of them stirred some level of interest…if I wasn’t gagged, I might have asked if there was an orc or goblin room, too, or maybe one with aliens or giant space toads.
Nurse Gargalesis abruptly spoke, interrupting my wandering mind. “I have a suggestion, Doctor – one that I know will please you greatly – I mean, in the sense it will help Agent Katie, of course.” She leaned over and whispered in Dr. Prodo’s ear, and I watched as his face lit up happily.
“Yes, yes, excellent prognosis!” he murmured. “Most astute! I think Agent Katie will respond well.”
“Which room, Doc?” Orderly Knismo said from behind me. He hadn’t actually spoken before, so I was surprised that his voice didn’t match his looks. Instead of a deep vibrato like Mr. Clean or even Ernst Blofeld, he sounded more like a squeaky version of Dr. Evil – or perhaps his ‘Mini-me.’
“Ahh, Knismo, we will have to arrange a special hybrid room for Agent Katie…while Gargalesis and I ready the room, will you please prepare the patient? I think she is sufficiently subdued and the straitjacket will no longer be necessary. Please change her into an exam gown – you know, the kind that never quite covers your ass? Be sure to keep her strapped and gagged, though!”
I’ll say this about Orderly Knismo – the guy sure enjoys his work, and followed through on his assignments with an enthusiasm unknown to mankind. He kept my legs tightly strapped while he removed my straitjacket and exchanged it for a wispy-thin hospital gown. He was even kind enough to wipe the perspiration from my lower back and from between my breasts making sure he got under and around them, too. He knew it got hot and sweaty inside those canvas jackets.
He added white straps to my upper body and even replaced the ones on my legs with matching white ones – gotta stay color-coordinated, I guess. My plugged panel-gag was removed and he dabbed at my drool before replacing it with a wide swatch of micro-foam tape – very sanitary!
He fitted me with a thick leather collar and attached a leader line to it. I’m not totally sure why; so far he’d carried me everywhere and my legs were still strapped together…but I didn’t complain, after all, I’ll never say no to a well-fitting collar with a lead that can be used to control me!
I soon found out why, as he set me on my feet and commanded me to jump. I gave a little hop, and he watched as my braless breasts bounced and jiggled before settling back into place. He gave a little grin, and said, “that’ll do,” before turning to leave the room. I had no choice but to bunny-hop along behind him, bouncing and jiggling all the way down the hall to the exam rooms.
He turned to watch me hop, blatantly leering, while bobbing his own head in time with a strange tune he was humming. It took me a moment to identify the song, and begin to ‘mmmph’ along:
‘I came to get down, I came to get down, so get out your seat and jump around…’
Strangely, once I picked up the beat it was easier for me to hop down the hallway. I tried NOT to think about what the band name might imply for the treatment I was destined to receive, though.
Once we rejoined Dr. Prodo and the nurse in the exam room they’d prepared, the orderly grabbed me from behind to help me stand, grabbing my chest and pulling me back against him.
Nurse Gargalesis and the doctor looked quite proud of the setup they’d arranged, greeting me with wide grins. My place in the room seemed to be an exam table with the back propped up. Above the foot of the table dangled an ominous-looking hook – I could imagine what that might be used for – I assumed at least some body part of mine was likely to soon be suspended from it!
Nurse Gargalesis held up a clear mask. The tank on the other end of its tubing had bold lettering indicating it was actually N2O – nitrous oxide, or laughing gas (the little laughing emoji was a secondary clue!). She twisted the valve and grinned as the hiss of gas flowed from the mask.
Dr. Prodo stood beside the table with a broad smile. In his hand he held a feather – apparently at some point my reactions must have betrayed a fondness for tickling – and a rather long and wobbly dildo. They probably didn’t need any reaction from me to inspire that choice of tools.
“Agent Katie!” he crowed. “Welcome to your personalized treatment program. If you’ll just relax and submit yourself to our care, we’ll begin exploiting – I mean treating – your particular fetishes and peccadilloes immediately.” He paused and nodded at Orderly Knismo.
I squirmed and struggled a bit, mostly out of habit, as the orderly lifted me up and planted me on the exam table, reclined against the padded backrest, my bound legs stretched out before me. “Give yourself over to us,” the Dr. intoned. “We’ll have you giggling and squealing in no time!”
I realized then Knismo was humming a new tune, one I soon recognized from a Jell-O commercial:
“Watch it wiggle, see it jiggle…”
~~~to be continued~~~
Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn. 😉
Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic!
Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!
1. 2. 3. 4.
Previous in this one:
1. 2.
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You know, I wish I had $1,000 for every time I had to write ‘and then I was stripped, bound and gagged’ in an After-Action report. Because I’d be close to having a million dollars by now. And I wouldn’t have to eat Kraft dinners. And I’d buy an exotic pet, like a llama or an emu.
But no, here we go again. Maybe I can get a checklist added to the paperwork. Like, ‘stripped,’ check. ‘Bound and gagged,’ check. ‘Groped and manhandled,’ yes please! I mean, ‘check.’
Anyhoo, yes, you guessed it. After Nurse Gargalesis injected me and I slumped in Orderly Knismo’s arms, the two removed my short skirt and long, long jacket. My blouse and bra soon followed, leaving me only in my lacy lavender thong. Thank goodness I put on a clean one.
“Just relax, agent,” the nurse murmured patronizingly. “As far as your agency or anyone else will know, you’re checking yourself into our facility willingly – so we can help with your numerous and pervasive naughty kinks. I think you’ll find our therapy will identify and exploit every single one!”
I mumbled something about ‘never getting away with this,’ or ‘my partner knows where I am,’ or some other meaningless bluffs. I think I even used the old ‘go on, do your worst, you’ll never get me to cum’ line – which villains always seemed to take as a challenge, so I don’t know why I use that one. In any event, I don’t think they wanted me to talk, since they promptly plug-gagged me.
I was awake and aware of everything, but unable to resist as they worked my limp arms into the sleeves of a straitjacket. Their fingers worked with expert precision to tuck and fit the canvas around my curves and cinch the straps tightly into places that straps had no business going!
They had to know they didn’t need to immobilize my numb legs, but that didn’t stop them from strapping my thighs and ankles with wide belts. The orderly was strong enough to contain and control me even before the injection. I suspect they knew, but they just wanted to anyway.
Meanwhile, the odd little Dr. Prodo stayed off to one side, still holding my dropped high heel and gazing lovingly at it. It was pretty clear what his particular fetish involved…and I wondered how much my newly bared soles and toes might have to do with it. For a clinic that supposedly treated and suppressed kinks, he seemed to be openly celebrating his…in fact, they all did!
As soon as they had me neatly contained, Orderly Knismo wrapped his burly arms around me and lifted my feet off the floor. With my upper body grasped tightly, he let my pinioned legs dangle and swing side to side. My rear brushed across the front of his trousers, cheeks bumping over his obvious erection. When I stopped swinging, his hard-on nestled in between.
“Off we go to the therapy wing,” Nurse Gargalesis said happily, pointing toward a hallway. The orderly carried me forward, still deliberately bouncing my rear off his firm bulge. “Are you coming along, doctor?” she directed back at Dr. Prodo – who appeared lost in an intense kinky fantasy.
“Precious, precious…” the doctor murmured, staring at the glossy black heel. “Oh, it would take such a delightfully warped naughty girl to wear this wickedly kinky shoe…to willingly put herself through such discomfort…to elongate her calves…tone her thighs…torment her arches…”
“Excuse me…Dr. Prodo?” the nurse pressed. “The subject is ready.”
“Hmmm?” the doctor finally responded, shaking off his fugue. “Ah yes, yes. Therapy. Let’s begin with a comprehensive tour of all our treatment rooms to find the right one for Agent Katie. We must get to the foot – I mean root – causes of our dear agent’s kinks.” His eyes flared with zeal.
“All of them,”he grinned. “Thoroughly.And urgently!”
~~~to be continued~~~
Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
Agent Katie’s investigation at the clinic takes a ‘totally unexpected’ turn. 😉
Well, she did insist that they ‘show’ her what was going on at the clinic!
Not critical, you may wish to check out Agent Katie’s previous adventure first!
1. 2. 3. 4.
And part 1 of this one:
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“Awww, crap on a crack–”
Before I could fully spit out a pithy epithet, the orderly (who reminded me of a floor-cleaning ad) grabbed me from behind. Thick fingers clamped over my mouth and a brawny arm scooped me up against his solid body – lifting me right up off my feet and clenching me to his broad chest.
With his long arm wrapped under my breasts and gripping my opposite elbow, he had both my arms pinned uselessly. I twisted my waist and swung my legs, trying to gain leverage or kick him in the shin with my stilettos, and that just made me lose my high heel and made my skirt ride up!
Under different circumstances, I wouldn’t complain about a big muscular man seizing me and sweeping me off my feet, tossing me about and manhandling me, even silencing me, and maybe a little hair pulling and ass slapping and…uh…sorry, totally lost my train of thought there.
Not this time, though! This time, it was going to cost me twenty bucks! The guys on the Hostage Rescue Team (who I knew well, they were usually first on the scene for my mission fails) offered me 10:1 odds I’d get captured and bound again, and I had indignantly taken them up on the bet.
I mean, just because my mission success rate was hovering around 70% and my ‘success without being tied up’ rate was in the single digits, didn’t mean they had to insult and mock me like that. Come to think of it, 10:1 odds were a bad deal with my non-capture rate so low. Damn.
I kept struggling, not ready to submit. That’s when I noticed lanky and gawky Nurse Gargalesis approaching with a syringe in her hand, ready to make like Will Smith and ‘get all jabby wit it.’
My eyes went wide and I tried to shake my head ‘no, no,’ but big ol’ Orderly Knismo was holding my face so tight I couldn’t budge it. Unlike legendary Joey Ramone, I didn’t wanna be sedated!
Apparently she didn’t get my message, or didn’t care, or wasn’t a punk rock fan. She jabbed the needle in my arm and pressed the plunger all the way, giving me the whole 0.09 yards!
I felt my body going limp and a feeling of peace. I was still captured, still clenched in the man’s grip, could still feel everything, was still in a crap-ton of trouble…I just didn’t really care so much!
It didn’t even bother me – even though it should have been a ginormous red flag – that creepy Dr. Prodo had picked up my fallen stiletto heel and was gazing at it like it was some trophy.
Seriously, find yourself someone in life who looks at you like he was looking at that high heel!
~~~to be continued~~~
Huge thanks to my friend @jonut21 for this fun Agent Katie artwork.
I’m flattered that her stories can inspire his artwork, and I’m grateful for our collaborations!
Go check him out on his DA page for lots of fun scenes and more artwork with his minions!
Thanks to all the creative partners in our community for all the creative energy, enthusiasm and encouragement of our entire group–I’m grateful to all of you! #Gratitude2023 <–my mantra for the new year! Thanks to all of you, 2023 is my BEST YEAR EVER!
If you’d like to join us in our Agents of S.P.A.N.K. discord server, send me a private message.
This is part 1 of 3 of the lastest collaboration between @MenchiMenagerie and me.
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“Evie!” Elle called out while storming into her private office in the Codex Cryptae R&D labs.
“MMMPH!” Evie replied from where she was swinging, upside down, hanging by her ankles. Elle had locked her into a new restraint apparatus for some ‘advanced testing’ over an hour ago. Naked and covered in a sheen of perspiration, with her long golden locks just barely brushing the sofa below her head, Evie had not made much progress in getting free.
Exactly as Elle had planned.
But now, Elle needed Evie’s help. She unbuckled the thick leather plug gag and pulled it from Evie’s mouth. She was kind enough to catch Evie’s mouthful of drool with a cloth. She did not, however, remove any of the other restraints.
“I can’t find Laressa,” she complained. “I need some more samples of Laressa’s raw silk material.” Elle reclined on the sofa so she could be closer to Evie’s face. “I keep sending messengers and stopping by her shop myself, but she’s never around.”
“Yesss…” Evie replied, still slightly swaying in her suspension. “She needed to take a holiday. She’s probably away hunting.”
“Hunting?” Elle questioned. “I can’t imagine Laressa out hunting for meals.”
“Well, I DO know her a bit better than you,” Evie retorted. “Her hunting is actually more recreational than for food.”
“So how do I get more of her silk? Do you know where she stores it? Or weaves it?” As she asked, Elle unbuttoned her lab coat, revealing nothing but a black slinky negligee underneath. She’d planned ahead for a very long testing session with Evie today.
“I do…” Evie’s voice trailed off, distracted by Elle’s revealing attire. Then she recovered and offered a deal: “If you let me down from here, I’ll happily take you there.”
Elle leaned back and eyed Evie suspiciously. She reached up and cradled Evie’s cheek in her hand, drawing Evie’s face close to her own. “You tell me first, and then I’ll let you down.”
Evie narrowed her eyes. “Fine, if you’re going to be that way.” After an exaggerated pout, she told Elle how to find Laressa’s production location.
“Thank you for cooperating,” Elle cooed. “And now, it’s time for me to let you down.” Elle slipped the gag back in Evie’s mouth and buckled it in place, ignoring her captive’s protests.
“I’m sorry to let you down like this…I’ll set you free as soon as I get back.” She pulled Evie’s face in close to give her a kiss, and then let go to leave Evie swinging again.
“MMMMPH!!” Evie called out after her, but it was a halfhearted complaint at best.
In fact, if Elle hadn’t been so set on her mission, she might have noticed the devilish look in Evie’s eyes, or the hint of a smile from beneath the gag.
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I love commissioning and collaborating with @MenchiMenagerie, because our best ideas come from us riffing on new and saucy interactions between our characters. A sizzling hot idea will pop up, and suddenly we both know we MUST DO IT!
The above is a crop of his image; you can see the full image on his page: DeviantArt.