Bad, Bad, Boy

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I finish my shower and towel off, wondering what came over me. Must have been something I ate. I think to myself. Just as I am about to turn off the light, I notice a small bottle against the mirror. Picking it up, I read the words: Liquid Laxative. Walking out of the bathroom, I am about to ask what the hell is going on but instead I am stopped dead in my tracks. I stare at you dumbfounded. Gone is the powder blue outfit. Now you are dressed entirely in black latex. You hair is teased and wild; your lips blood red and your makeup much bolder. You have a mask across your lovely eyes. You body is now squeezed into a flattering latex bodice that is pushing your breasts up and together giving you fabulous cleavage. Around your slim waist is a black latex garter that is holding your stockings tight to your thighs. On your feet you wear an impossibly high pair of ankle wrap heels, the straps of which surround your ankle many times and are tied tight to you. On your hands you wear long, latex gloves, which extend just past your elbows. In your hand you hold a medium size crop, which you flex back and forth in front of you. My eyes travel up and down your body, taking it all in until my eyes settle between your legs, where I stare at your big, black, cock!

What the hell is that? I ask. Silence! You have been a VERY bad boy lately Alan. You have been coming far too quickly inside of me and you have not been spending near enough time pleasuring my button. For that, Monica continued, I have decided to punish you. Perhaps you will come to appreciate what I am to you. Monica, I