Asfixiante Belt Use
Once more mistress Janae paused to listen to a long-drawn howl from the slave at
one side. It was a curious, confused, disappointed sound and if the slave's
intellect had been just a little greater, he might have understood.
Mistress Janae had missed her music. Her backside had whipped down a fraction of
a second too late in the asfixiante belt, and the slave was a streak in her darkness by now.
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