Knox was the most powerful coalition leader in the Martian Syndicate, but behind closed doors, his elder wife ruled him absolutely in depraved sex games using the most advanced technology.

The dungeon where the Knoxe's, their guests and their clients indulged weekly was comparatively minimalist: a room with black walls, black rugs on black tile, a softly glowing white ceiling, and a sliding door that opened onto a large walk-in closet full of couches, slings, the finest erotic toys available anywhere, lingerie, straps, racks, pillories, floggers, canes and whips, a medical section full of anal and vaginal specula, tubes, bags and nozzles for enemas and everything needed to sterilize them, as well as a selection of entertaining liquids to use with them.

On this particular evening, the Knoxes were engaged in a private session, dramatis persona Robert Knox, Leona Knox-Vargas, his elder personal wife, Susan Emory-Knox, his younger personal wife, and Ksenia Petrova-Knox-McBride, one of his four political spouses.

Leona was atop this little hierarchy, at least about three-quarters of the time, a fine woman of almost fifty-five who had lost none of her charm to age; her loose-curled red hair fell to her shoulders and she wore nothing but a strap on and a very fine black under cup bra, which accentuated her curvy but somewhat athletic build. The magic of this strap on was that it converted sensory input from the artificial skin of its imposing dildo into lovely nerve stimulation, not just of the sex organs but of every erogenous zone from the bottom of the feet to the armpits, from the navel to the roof of the mouth. To fuck with this dildo on half power was to have a shuddering, full-body orgasm; most people could not use it on full without coming immediately. It could also simulate merely the sensation a real cock would feel, amplified or not, and for the partner's pleasure it could also vibrate. But the real magic was that it could transmit. Anyone wearing one of the neural inductors on the small of their back would feel the sensations generated by the glistening artificial cock as its wearer fucked. She especially enjoyed wearing it as a submissive, but it served her well in either role.

She had slipped into the tasteful latex harness seductively after putting a massive lubed plug between her cheeks and sliding it up inside with a firm but sensuous motion, betraying a practiced ass. The dildo stuck out from the harness almost horizontally, quite straight and quite threatening in its length. It was lubed and she held in her hand the remote. Under her arm she carried a riding crop.

Ksenia had arrived just in time to see this spectacle, in the otherwise empty dungeon. She was among the most beautiful women in Martian politics, a thin, young-looking woman with dark hair and a winning smile, not to mention the thin, graceful arms and legs of an expert ballet dancer; she had been a prima ballerina in her day before her abrupt introduction to the world of politics, and her private showings--as Leona well knew--were still magnificent, sensuous experiences. She had arrived in an elegant cocktail dress, which Leona had immediately ordered her to remove. Under it she had no bra, but little white panties.

"I mean everything, slave," Leona said, not as stern as she might have, almost with a certain warmth.

"Yes, mistress," Ksenia said, and slowly, girlishly, slid her panties down with her back to Leona.

The mistress caught a glimpse of silver between Ksenia's cheeks. She asked anyways. "Have you been wearing the plug I sent to your office?"

"Yes, mistress, all day."

"Even during your debate with Wang?"

"Yes, mistress, I went to the restroom and lubed it well for comfort before the debate."

"Good, slave. Everyone here should have a very supple ass for the night I planned. Go in that closet and select a much larger plug, two sizes bigger at least."

"But mistress!"

"Buts get butts. Touch your toes and count your spankings, Ksenia."

The girl almost wept. She bent over with her feet about a foot apart and touched her toes. Leona looked with contentment at the girl's small but shapely ass and thin but engorged lips. She stuck her fingers in Ksenia's cunt, pulled them out and licked them. It tasted as good as she'd remembered. She gave Ksenia a good whack with the crop.

"One, mistress."

"Say thank you."

"Thank you, mistress."

She whacked her three more times in close succession and admired the quickly-fading red marks.

"Two-three-four, mistress. Thank you mistress."

"Now go select a plug two sizes larger at least, or it'll be the one I'm wearing now, all warm and three sizes bigger than yours."

Ksenia sniffled a little and tears rolled down her cheek. She went in the closet.

About this time, Susan arrived. She was a smaller woman, somewhat curvy, with messy, dark hair and dark, thick leg hair, as was the fashion on Mars. She was already completely nude and her bush was impressively thick and well-groomed. While they had been married to each other before ever meeting Robert, in this game, Susan was Robert's slave, and Robert was Leona's servant, so while Leona was above her in every way, she rarely gave her a direct command or dominated her, not until the heat of the moment demanded it. They greeted each other with a brief French kiss, as they often did.

"Wearing your plug? I want to do a lot of anal today."

"No, but I can go put in--"

"Number eleven, I think."

"Oh, yes, that's a good idea."

As Susan walked into the closet where Ksenia was moaning and struggling with a large plug, Leona activated the dildo at a low setting and drummed her fingertips on the shaft. She flushed with pleasure and moaned a little.

As she watched through the open sliding door, Ksenia was bent over and tried again to get the big brass plug up inside. Susan lubed up a plug of equal size, bent over next to Ksenia and slipped it right in. Ksenia blushed and squealed a little, and managed to get her own in.

"Did you lube that up with chest rub?" Leona asked.

Ksenia blanched. "N-no, mistress." She thought unpleasantly of the chilly, burning sensation of a plug lubed with the ancient, herbal salve. She decided she would rather have a rough plug of skinned ginger inside her than a number eleven plug with the chest rub.

"When I have spanked you, slave, you are to know that you are being punished and cooperate in all ways. Redo it."

This was all part of the act, of course; privately, Leona loved the feeling of the salve, and was prone to surprising her husband by lubing up for anal with it, and letting him discover what was really waiting for him down there. She ran a finger up her strap on as she watched Ksenia pull the somewhat soiled plug out and rub chest salve from the big apothecary tub on it.

A shudder of pleasure ran through Leona's body, as though she were being caressed with feathers in every please able inch of skin, back, palms, forearms, forehead, and especially inside both of her canals and up and down both legs of the inner clitoris, most intensely of all on its little pink tip, which was normally the exclusive province of Susan's tongue. She stuck a hand under her harness and felt that her lips were hot, sweaty and hard. She contracted her ass around the plug and had her first orgasm of the night.

Ksenia could barely get the re lubed plug in, and Susan rubbed her back with one hand while wiggling the plug insistently with the other. After a moment, it slipped in. Ksenia gasped.

It was at this time that Robert arrived, naked and with cock erect, a handsome businessman with wavy hair and finely formed arms and legs.

"Servant Robert, you are going to be dominating these two unbroken mares tonight. They need more anal training," Leona said, purringly. "But first, I want you to put in your special plug and wear a stimulator, so that I can reward you if and when you deserve it."

Robert understood, and went about it. The special plug was cock-shaped, short and bent upwards to touch his prostate. He liked fantasizing that it was an old boyfriend's rather small but well-wielded cock. As he was lubing it, he was fairly sure that it would end up lubed with chest rub before the night was out. He put the simulator on the small of his back and slipped on a rubber cock ring.

"First, Servant, I would like you to bring out the bondage horse, because I believe the new slave needs some enema training."

"Yes, mistress," Robert said.

Ksenia was standing and wiggling as the salve stimulated her sensitive inner parts.

"Slave, come here."

Ksenia awkwardly walked over, no longer the model of grace she had been, and Leona led her over to the wall and produced a large coin from her cleavage.

"You are in time-out and about to be severely punished for your two acts of disobedience. You will have the pleasure of standing here with your nose to the wall and hearing my servant prepare the tools while you imagine what they are. If this shilling drops, ten strokes of the cane. And you are to think of nothing but what the first enema of your young life will feel like."

"Yes, mistress," Ksenia said, her eyes downcast, her voice sullen.

Leona placed the coin up against the wall and Ksenia placed her finely-formed nose on it.

Leona tapped on Ksenia's massive plug and watched her squirm and press her nose to the coin harder so as not to drop it, then walked away.

"Servant, when you are done moving the horse, increase the gravity to one point five. I want that water to sit heavy with her, at least at first. And tell your slave to suck me off."

Robert finished moving the horse and then turned to Susan. "Do as my mistress says," he barked.

Susan came over to Leona and got on her knees, quietly and meekly. Leona turned the amplification on the dildo down to a tenth what it had been, but increased its sensitivity to wetness and temperature. No man ever felt his cock sucked as well as she did.

Slowly they all felt themselves grow heavier, and in a moment of absolute silence as Susan brought the artificial cock deeper into her mouth, they all heard the coin drop and clink on the wall trim. It had become heavier than Ksenia had expected.

In an orgasmic tone of voice, but still oddly firm, Leona said "Slave, you will report to the bondage horse at once; your punishment tonight is going to be legendary, young lady." She came a second time. "You may cease, Slave Susan."

The bondage horse was a contraption with a central wooden barrel and four rests for a person's arms and legs, such that they would have to assume a doggy-style position to mount it, leaving their ass spread wide and their back arched so as to allow easy entry to either entrance.

Shakily, Ksenia walked over to it and mounted it. She felt humiliated. Leona strode up and had to fight the temptation to fuck her then and there with the strap on. Instead, she pulled Ksenia's plug out without warning, as Robert went and strapped all four of the slave's limbs to their rests with thick leather straps.

"Clench, Slave."

Ksenia clenched her ass and managed to close her gaping hole.

Without warning, Leona gave her a hard smack with the riding crop.

"Because you have not given me adequate time to choose a cane for you, it will be twenty strokes with the crop. Some of them will hit your cunt. Believe me, I take no pleasure in this, Slave," she lied. "Now count, starting with the one I just gave you."

"One, mistress, thank you, mistress."

Leona decided to be nasty about it, and hit a stroke across her buttock and her thick, protruding labia on one side.

Ksenia shrieked so loudly that the Knoxes were all quite thankful for the modern active soundproofing of the dungeon. When she had quite recovered, she said "Two, mistress, thank you, mistress."

The rest of the ten-stroke spanking went by very rapidly, at least for everyone but Ksenia, who felt it as an eternity.

"Now, slave," Leona said to the woman awkwardly straddling the barrel, "your first enema. This is an ancient practice, which has been used as a cure for constipation since centuries ago, and a punishment from probably the time it was invented. No other punishment is quite so invasive, save perhaps for impregnation, and that is a special case. Governments have used it, parents have used it, husbands have used it. You are about to have your bowels filled with quite hot water and then I will plug you and you will be required to hold it for a time. If you fail, the punishment will increase in severity. As this is your first time, you will fail.

"When you expell prematurely, I will cane you with the rattan seven times, seven red stripes on those pretty legs of your." Leona licked her lips. "Then you will receive the enema again, and if you fail again it will be ten more strokes and on on each of your palms. After you have successfully held an enema for the allotted time, you will receive a second, smaller enema of a special kind, and then I will personally fuck you in both your ravaged ass and your cunt, slave. Now open your mouth."

Leona walked over to her and bent down till they were almost face to face. Ksenia's mouth was wide open and her eyes were terrified.

Leona spit in her mouth. "That is a reminder to you who your are to me, slave, a piece of furniture, a receptacle. Servant Robert, you are the enema technician here; what nozzle do you recommend?"

"Mistress, as you know I recently ordered a classic Balloon, hoping to have it used on me, and..."

Leona interrupted him. "Yes, yes, I cannot wait... Get to the point: it's arrived, has it?"

"Yes, mistress, and it's just been through the wash, sterile and ready to use."

"I wish to install it myself. You will assist."

Robert went into the storage area and came back with a rolling stand with a bag of water attached to it, and a yellow thing in his hand. It had an hourglass shape, with two ribbed bulges linked by a thin tube. Another tube extended from one end, and from this tube two squeeze-bulbs hung. He had already lubed it with chest rub, and with the two fingers he had dipped into the tub to do so, he spread the excess on his upper lip and inhaled deeply of its camphor scent.

"What is that, master?" Susan asked.

"Silence, slave," Robert said. "It is an enema nozzle from the ancient days of early scientific medicine. This part inflates inside the ass, this part outside. The slave cannot expel if it is inside her. To me, it is the most glorious expression of power over another's bod--"

"We know you have an arts degree, and we know," Leona said, "that you are trying to get punished so that I will use it on you first. Keep it up and I'll fig you."

"Yes, mistress." He did not mention that he was coming to like his mistress's weekly figging sessions, where he and Susan would have to hold the burning ginger roots in their asses for ten, twenty, sometimes thirty minutes at a time. He handed Leona the Balloon, which she connected to the bag hose and went about inserting into Ksenia's ass. The first bit took some doing to get in, but when her dark, tight ring was around the thin middle section, Leona took one of the squeeze-bulbs in her hand.

"Servant Robert, fetch a ball-gag for this slave: I fear she will not take the next part well."

Robert returned with a full head harness, with posture collar, bridle and ball-gag. The ball was large and cherry red.

"Excellent thinking, Servant." She gave him a quick, affectionate slap with the riding crop on his bare ass. "Put her in the bridle."

This took a minute, as there were straps that had to be undone and then redone once the bridle was on Ksenia's head. Leona was sure to watch the whole process with an interested eye. She quivered with delight when Ksenia submissively closed her eyes and opened her mouth to accept the large ball-gag. As he tightened all the straps so that the ball-gag was firmly in her mouth and the collar was tight on her ivory throat, Robert bent down and whispered in her ear, "That's right. Take your gag like a good slave. I only wish I could gag your pretty mouth with my--"

"That will be all," Leona said. "You have talked far too much this session, Servant Robert. Present your ass."

Robert gladly presented his shapely, muscular buttocks, which Leona hit again with the crop, a little less affectionately this time. The red mark took several seconds to fade. Leona was glad she had decided to spank him again, because she had caught an eyeful when he bent over. The sight of a plug in a man's ass made her very, very hot.

Now, she surveyed the scene with interest. Two naked submissives standing and waiting for her command, a slave on the horse with a Balloon in her ass, ready to inflate, and her with her legendary strapon, anxiously awaiting the fuck that would follow Ksenia's punishment.

She grabbed the squeeze-bulb again and quickly inflated the outer bladder of the Balloon. Ksenia barely reacted. Leona walked over to her ear and whispered. "Did you feel that? I just inflated the outer part. Now, slut, I will inflate the inner part and you will wish I had punished you quickly and gotten over it."

She grabbed the second squeeze-bulb and gently began squeezing it, about once a second. Soon, the drooling slave on the bondage horse was squealing, and she judged that the balloon inside Ksenia's ass was as large as she could humanely make it.

"Now, Slave, your real punishment begins. In this bag my servant has prepared a liter of hot water. As this stand is quite tall, you will receive the old 'triple-H' treatment: high, hot and a hell of a lot. Every inch of height between this bag and your pathetic little asshole increases the pressure, and add to that the fact that the stand is sitting on the same zone of heavy gravity as you are... I think you will remember this first enema for life."

Leona un clicked the hose valve near the bag of cloudy water. The grayish liquid shot down the hose and within a second Ksenia was squirming. "Now, if I suspect you are pushing, instead of letting the liquid permeate your bowels, I will cane you with the liquid inside of you, and that will be quite a treat for me. Is that clear?"

The gagged slave mumbled something to the tune of "yes, mistress." Already, she was cramping. There was a feeling of incredible fullness and warmth in her lower body, and a vague sensation of rushing water. She felt a need to evacuate, stronger than she had ever felt, and she felt bloated. Cramps ran through her bowels.

It didn't stop, not for about thirty seconds, at the end of which the pressure and cramping were almost unbearable. Tears ran down her face. Leona walked over and looked at her, with leather straps forming an upside-down "Y" on her forehead and a tight chin-strap keeping her mouth firmly on the hard plastic ball. Leona bent down and licked the tears off her cheek. She contemplated getting her tongue in between the ball and Ksenia's lips, but decided it would be out-of-character for her mistress persona.

"Servant, go get a pitcher of lemonade and two glasses," she suddenly said, and Robert bowed and left for the kitchen.

She bent down again and whispered in Ksenia's ear. "Next, Slave, because Robert was so kind as to suggest the Bardex nozzle, I'm going to allow you one little squirt, because it is nearly impossible to get the Balloon out without leakage. But one drop more than that, and you will receive another enema like this one but with freezing-cold soapy water, and that, I guarantee you, will cause you no shortage of cramping."

Leona went into the storage room and came back with a quite-small plug lubed very heavily with normal Vaseline.

Susan leaned on the wall, watched and fingered herself a little as Leona released the pressure on the inner balloon and let it deflate. Ksenia barely stifled a moan of pleasure, despite the gag. Leona pulled it out and there was a sizable squirt of water from Ksenia's ass.

She gave her an affectionate slap on the ass with her hand, and watched the slave struggle to keep her hole clenched. She took the plug and shoved it rather forcefully inside.

Robert returned with the tray. On it, a cut glass pitcher was full of brilliant sparkling lemonade, and two matching glasses full of ice. He handed it to Susan, who stood at attention and held it in front of her, almost as though she were a mere stand to support it.

"Mistress, has my slave been useful to you while I was gone?"

"Decidedly not. Handle it as you will."

Robert went off into the storage area and found the little fridge with the figging plugs. He took out a big plug carved out of fresh ginger and a ball gag, took them out to where Susan was standing with the tray, and without so much as speaking to her, pinched her nose until she opened her mouth, gagged her, and then quickly removed her plug and inserted the ginger.

Susan squirmed as the ginger irritated her ass. She nearly spilled the lemonade twice.

"On second thought, I won't be having any lemonade," Leona said. "Drink plenty of it. But first bring out the chamber pot. Ksenia has... shall we say ten more minutes with the enema in?"

Robert understood.

Leona made Ksenia stand up with the plug in her ass and her belly all full of water and walk back to the wall, where she made her stand with the coin again.

For the first five minutes, the cramping in Ksenia's bowels was comparatively minor, but after that it became unbearable. She began to sweat. Her stomach ached. She felt like she'd always imagined pregnant women must feel. Straining her eyes to look down, she could barely see her distended stomach. The minutes felt like eternity.

"Slave, you have taken your punishment adequately," Leona said. "You will now use the chamber pot for no more than five minutes, after which you will receive your second enema and expell it immediately. Come."

Ksenia took the coin in her hand and slowly turned around, conscious of the huge load of water inside her. She walked over to where Robert had set up what was little more than a large ceramic pot with a toilet-like seat molded into the top. She felt incredibly exposed as she walked to it and sat on it, like people were watching her in the bathroom.

"You will expel now, Slave," Leona said, as Ksenia awkwardly perched herself on the chamber pot.

She felt that she needed to go, more than she ever had before, but with Robert, Leona and even Susan staring at her, she felt that it was impossible. Robert was even tugging at his sizable cock a little, and visibly clenching his ass around the plug he had in. She found that she could not expell.

"Expel, Slave!" Leona shouted. She walked over and twisted Ksenia's nipple harshly.

Slowly, the floodgates opened, and while Leona was still gripping her nipple, she expelled into the pot, not just liquids but solids as well, burning because of the chest rub that was still in her ass. She felt the most humiliated she had ever felt, with her mouth full of plastic and her rear spraying water, shit and everything in between into a pot in front of an attentive audience.

Oddly, she felt her lips engorge with blood.

When she had finally expelled what seemed like the entire contents of her body, Leona leaned in close and got two fingers up inside Ksenia's cunt. "You've done a good job, slave, and I want to reward you." This was followed by Leona spitting generously on her face.

As saliva rolled down her cheek like tears, and with the mistress's hand still up inside her, she gave one last push and almost pushed her guts out. Still it felt like there was more waiting to push its way out of her body. She felt thirsty, horny and hungry.

"Now, before I can reward you, you must take one last punishment for your bad behavior earlier. Believe me, this hurts me more than it hurts you."

She took Ksenia by the hand and made her stand up. Next she put a hand on the nape of her neck and forced her to walk a few paces and then shoved her down to a kneeling posture. "Head down, ass up, Slave. Your last punishment will be administered by Robert."

Ksenia had no idea what was about to happen, only she was sure something terrible would shortly enter her body. She quivered with fear, her ass held up and spread, waiting for it to invade her, and fill her up, whatever it was.

Suddenly, she felt a heavily-lubed, thick, warm cock enter her ass. The feeling was not unfamiliar, and in fact, it was Robert's cock, that she had taken into her ass three times before. She waited in this posture of submission while he fucked her ass, three or four good thrusts, and she was not altogether unhappy with this "punishment."

Then the unthinkable happened. The thick cock inside her began to piss. She felt warm liquid flow into her and she moaned. This went on for several seconds, and then the cock pulled out. She felt almost violated.

She quickly got up and went to the chamber pot and squeezed Robert's piss out of her ass. She felt, if anything, more humiliated than before.

"Now, Servant," Leona said to Robert. "What will be her last punishment tonight?"

Ksenia's eyes got wide as she sat on the pot trying to get the last water and piss out of her. She thought she was done.

"Perhaps, Mistress, we could punish her as you fuck her."

"Go on."

"We put her on the horse again and as you fuck her in her cunt and her ass, Mistress, I would have the pleasure of candling her back and limbs?"

"Perhaps. A low-temperature candle?"

"I was thinking a rather hot one, Mistress. The red one, from Planitia?"

Ksenia whimpered, muffled by the gag. She didn't like the sound of a hot candle, whatever it was being used for.

"That's it," Leona snapped, "you just made it the red one. And Robert, clean your cock, because she's going to suck it while you candle her."

Ksenia was marched over to the horse and made to mount it. The straps were fastened very tightly. Robert came out of the store-room, still toweling off his long, curved cock. He had slipped on a cock-ring, and in his hand he had a spider gag and a blindfold.

He walked over to Ksenia's head and removed her ball gag. She began to speak, which he tolerated just long enough to hear that it was not her safe word. He slapped her in the face and pinched her nose. She opened up and he carefully inserted the ring of the spider gag in her mouth, before tightening the strap behind her head. He put the blindfold on her, then looked up to see that Leona was placing a simulator on the small of Ksenia's back.

She looked faintly ridiculous with the spider ring between her lips, the four legs pressing on her cheeks. Robert left and came back with the candle. It was a large, cylindrical scarlet candle with four wicks, which he had apparently just lit.

He got his cock in her mouth and presently she was running her tongue up and down the head and part of the shaft, in the absence of anything better to be doing. Presently she was aware of a pressure at the back-door. Almost effortlessly, after a night of enemas and huge plugs, she dilated and a long, straight dildo shot into her. It was lubed with chest rub, which renewed the frigid burning in her ass.

A thrill of pleasure shot through Leona's body. Nerve endings in her brain registered pleasure. Nerves deep in her guts and in her throat, in her gums and all her joints ached with impossible pleasure as the electronic dildo did its work in Ksenia's ass. She thrust again and again.

For Ksenia, the feeling of sucking off a cock through the spider gag was nothing new, nor even was the feeling of being fucked in the ass with chest rub for lubricant. But a new sensation came like a lightning bolt. A quick burning sensation, nearly like a flame but with none of the lingering pain of a real burn, ran down her back. She realized after a moment what it was. Candle-wax was being dripped onto her, pooling in the hollows between her shoulder blades. It happened again, this time on the nape of her neck and running down on both sides. She felt that she could scream, if not for the ring and the cock.

For Robert, the sensation of torturing a woman with the candle while she sucked him off was a new one. He had only administered this punishment twice, once to Susan while finger fucking her to climax, and once to Leona when she was teaching him to dominate. He had received it four times, as part of more comprehensive punishments for household oversights like burning the Mistress' toast or forgetting to turn off the iron. But now, he had the very unusual stimulation of the girl moaning when he poured the wax, deep moans that vibrated his cock.

He felt that it was a humane substitute for the lash, putting these bloody red stripes on her back with a little clean pain and no lasting damage. He longed to feel the purifying heat again himself, actually, but knew that it would ruin the scene if he started candling his own back.

"Now, Robert, I would like to come, all three of us at once, as our grand finale. Pull out and get ready to cum on her face."

Robert realized what the mistress intended. He removed his cock and pointed it at Ksenia's face.

Leona turned the dildo remote to full power and set it to transmit, and began fucking harder, pulling out of Ksenia's ass after a few moments and putting it in the cunt, then vice versa. The effect was enormous. Throbbing pleasure from the ventricles of the heart to the odd, never-stimulated flesh under the nails, shot and coursed through all three. Leona screamed, and Ksenia moaned, and Robert, trying to play the man, stifled all noise but felt like the effort was killing him. Leona squirted under her harness, Ksenia came at once, and Robert shot off so much cum that his testicles began to ache, right on Ksenia's cheek and in through the ring onto her tongue.

Leona pulled out, spanked the flushed, sweating slave on the ass, and immediately began to unstrap her.

"Alright, end scene, let's go shower up and have some nice aftercare in the bedroom."

All four of them showered together in a massive, walk-in shower with marble walls and half a dozen showerheads. Then, in the master bedroom's gigantic bed, they all laid and cuddled and watched television, and Leona spooned Susan and fingered her to climax as compensation for not making her come during the scene.

"Of course, Ksenia, I'll be expecting you to wear a chastity belt until we meet up for our next scene. I do love the amplifying effect a little period of deprivation has," Leona said. "When I plunge my fingers into you next time, it'll be the first thing you've felt down there all week, and you know what that'll feel like? Heavenly bliss."

Ksenia gulped.