Dreams which bothered her but none that she could remember when she awoke. Hanna began to cry. Xnxx porn She saw herself, or what looked to be her. “Crawl slave.” The reflection said. The whip snapped again. A thick heavy padlock. Her arms held up over her head ached. She started at the bottom and worked her way up to the top. They were several sets of thick leather fur lined cuffs. The whip lashed out and struck her the top of her left breast. Deeper and deeper it went in. Chapter One
Hanna Penny made her living, a very successful living writing romance novels under the nom de plume of Genevieve Jones. She thought. “Turn around.” Hanna did as told to where her backside was now facing the mirror. “Put them on,” the mirror said. As she looked around the room trying to figure out what was going on she looked at the mirror. By late afternoon she had gotten used to having it on. But this time she was calling to herself. It had eye holes and a nose holes with two tubes with went up into her nostrils to keep the air passage open. The next item was a leather hood.
