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Carsse the pis whore

... is the key to the cuffs.” “That’s it Cassie, I am afraid they don’t come off.” “Right, so how do I get to go home, eat, drink all that?” Cassie asked. “You don’t, go home that is,” Marjorie explained. “Like eat?” Cassie demanded. “Like a bitch,” Marjorie explained, “Like a dog, a dog with a muzzle Cassie, because until you learn to behave like a woman you get treated like a bitch.” “Yeah right,” Cassie sighed, and Marjorie stepped forward and secured a dog collar around Cassie’s neck, “Hey!” she protested. “Now be quiet or you will be muzzled,” Marjorie insisted. “Fuck you!” Cassie snapped, but Marjorie was ready, she simply pinched Cassie’s nose until she breathed in through her mouth and as she did so she deftly slid an inflatable ball gag into Cassie’s mouth and slipped the elastic strap around the back of her head. “Muff Puff iglut,” Cassie protested but Marjorie was squeezing the bulb on the end of the gag tube inflating the gag to completely fill Cassie’s mouth.. Marjorie smiled and walked to the windows where she spread the curtains wide filling the room with light, Cassie groaned, it once was an opulent drawing room but pizza boxes, beer cans and foil wrappers were liberally spread around the room and pools of technicoloured vomit disfigured the horribly expensive the snow white fitted carpet. “Not really fit to live in civilised surroundings are you?” Marjorie suggested, as she turned to confront Cassie. Cassie stared as she saw Marjorie clearly for the first time ...

... as she stood facing her wearing a black blouse with two strings of pearls around her neck and a knee length black leather skirt, her face already heavily made up with vivid red lipstick blusher and mascara despite the early hour. “I think you should live outside, like a dog. a bitch, and I think you should start right now.” Marjorie suggested and she snapped a least to Cassie’s collar and dragged her across the room, “Come along,” she insisted and she dragged Cassie through the door and away down the hallway towards the kitchen. Cassie tried to resist but Marjorie was intent on taking her outside, she stumbled and almost fell as she was dragged through the kitchen door into the small walled garden. “Now do your business and then you can lie by the fire,” Marjorie ordered before slamming the door. Cassie stood helplessly for a moment then quickly squatted down in case anyone saw her, her heart pounded, she shivered and she wished fervently that she had not been quite so stupid. Half an hour later Marjorie opened the door, “Finished?” she asked. Cassie nodded. “Where?” Marjorie asked. Cassie looked confused. “Did you piss?” Marjorie asked, “You have to do pee pee Cassie.” Cassie stared wide eyed, “Piss for me darling,” Marjorie said softly, “Then you can lie by the fire.” Cassie shook her head, and Marjorie went inside again. Two hours later Marjorie returned, “Ready?” she asked. Cassie was stiff and cold, she shook her head. “I’ll help,” Marjorie promised, “If you co operate.” ...