here’s a little story about what bad girls need to learn.
The Bad Girl Lesson –
Lilah shivered from the chill in the air, whimpering quietly into her gag and weeping slightly, her voice echoing all around. Her new location was in an area much more spacious than that tiny chilly room where she awoke a little while ago. But for how spacious this new location was when compared to that tiny room earlier, she wasn’t able to roam around at all. The roominess was lost to the fact that she currently found herself in what she believed to be a dog cage.
She had no way of being certain it was a dog cage as she was still blindfolded. Her wrists, no longer tied with ropes, were now adorned with cuffs and attached to the bottom of the cage. Similarly, her ankles, no longer duct taped together, were now in ankle cuffs and also attached to the bottom of the cage. This put her on her hands and knees. What kept her in that position was the additive of a dog collar – put tightly around her neck and attached to the top of the cage. She couldn’t lay down or slouch or move much at all. And with the ball gag still filling her mouth, she wouldn’t be alerting anyone of her predicament any time soon. In a tattered and cut silk camisole and a now heavily soiled diaper, Lilah shivered – thirsty, hungry and trying her best to keep her wits about her. How she wound up there was just as disturbing as this entire ordeal had been. It was one long nightmare with no conclusion.