Cuckold’s Wet Dream

A fluttering butterfly in her tummy as she stood in front of the big wooden doors. It was salty and sour but it also seemed to taste like almonds. XXX ‘Thank you Sir for punishing me.’ She said every time she hit herself and she kept saying it. ‘What’s it going to be, Seven?’
‘I’d like to stay please, Sir.’ She said. When the pain faded she mumbled a thank you. It wasn’t just a leather strap though, there was a box attached to the collar. ‘Yes sir.’ She hooked her fingers behind the socks but he interrupted her. ‘I’m sorry Sir.’ She said. ‘Now ever since you’ve entered my house you’ve broken the rules three times.’ He said. She got excited thinking about that, thinking about his cock, thinking about