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eyes glaze over with all of what they could do with i

. “Well, well. And what have we here?” Miranda clicks her tongue. “And here I thought you were a good girl. My good girl.”

“I—I am,” Andrea squeaks, “I am your good girl.” She shifts,

“Ah! Miranda! I’m—I’m still your good girl. I can be good for you. I’m always good for you,”

And make sure you put everything back where it was.”

Gobsmacked, Andrea swallows. Looks at her. Blinks. “Huh?”

“I really do not want to repeat myself yet again, but I understand that your current mental capacity may be limited.” She clears her throat, because hers is, too, and her voice may just betray that if she isn’t careful. “You will put this plug back where it was, then you will get dressed, apply makeup so that you look exact

Soon, she thinks. Very soon, Andrea will be hers. Completely, entirely hers.

she never would have imagined showing up to work with a plug in her ass! But that’s just it—Miranda asserting her power in the way that she does, with that low, sultry voice whispering orders at her all day

“Get on all fours. I want to see this pretty little plug in its rightful place.”

Andy complies. How could she not? She wants this. To please Miranda. To please Miranda until she finds it fair to

“So obedient. Maybe you really are a good girl.”

Andy whimpers. “Yes! Always. I am. I’ll do whatever you want. Just—please—”