what apologizing to the boss looks like.

https://thumb-p0.xhcdn.com/a/AXBERw5W3FG771VPOGXDbA/000/090/992/840_1000.gif

just a drawing, but I love the idea that the punishment
is a night as the faceless, helpless, impaled oral toy.

https://64.media.tumblr.com/a68ca0247a8bb5cb1d9e6ec7a56208dd/tumblr_oztflcjxJW1t7chzno1_540.png

https://dora-games.info/wp-content/bdsm/naked-public-punish-whipping-bondage-fap-naked-strip-punished-amateur-bdsm-gifs-club-whipped-discipline-leash-collared-spanking-animated-submissive-564315.jpg

she said "no"

https://spankgifs.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/punished-hard-2.gif

seeing you there
makes Me hard

Anyone -- thank you and I hope you rest well when you get to sleep!

looking in

Luxor Heights
Well, when you put it like that…

"Okay... Okay.."

And then you approach, and he winces a little as the bruise gets more attention when it was just trying to languish underneath a layer of skin or two in peace. Your words have him dropping his jaw a bit, before snapping it shut and unable to help the wry grin his mouth twists in.

"Alright, alright, I was just sayin'... You got a Family Fortune that could be just MILLIE's Millions with a Netrunner helping us out?"

His eyebrows wiggle as you take his hand and gently lift it to… Place it on his own chest, with the cold compress against his chest. He looks down at it, and then back up at you.

"Yeah, I can be your camera man! That's no sweat, Choomie. Where should we—"

The sound of approaching footsteps has him looking around. This place DID look too lived-in to be derelict... His eyes snap to the door, and then back to you.

"If this turns out to be another of your sisters' spots I'm jumping out the window."

I’m good you’re happy and safe. Good work. Have a good night. It’s at 12:30 after midnight here in Ontario Newmarket .

Luxor Heights
"Nah yeah you're right, I'm just struggling off synth-protein and selling my body for fun, while sitting on a big ol' stack of Eddies with my name on it!"

Freezer opened, cold towel withdrawn.
MILLIE approached you, folding the towel over a few times and gently pressing that chill compress over your throat.

"But what of it? What if I had some vault of secret money? You presume some share of it jus'cause you got sum magic dick, fuckboy?"

It was hard to tell if hers was a grin or a sneer, one that lingered silent as you vocally writhed about Saddie the Baddie.

"I didn't mean it literally, I just mean whatever brainrot is in store for those of us who stick around to be her loyal lapdog. Sisters like Vikkie. Like I said, there's more to that bullshit."

After a moment, she withdrew the towel and unfolded it, re-folding with a new cold side out before she opened your coat and rested it against the red spot on your chest.

Eyes wandering, aflicker, before she took your hand and rested it over hers, and… let you hold the towel for yourself.

"I don't know. I don't trust any of them. Might just remote in and let her say her peace. You wanna do me a favor? Telepresence me on an emitter so I can technically do what I'm asked without potentially being made to stick around and do god knows what?"

Right as she started to approach again, however, there were noises from the distant stairwell that echoed up and down the hall. Perhaps whoever lived here, returning.

cait~ -- thanks.
They did an amazing job.

Looking in

returning

looks in

Song: Fly
by Marshmello (feat. Leah Culver)

I am glad you got it taken care of by calling .. good for you!

Song: Orpheus
by Sara Bareilles

Song: null
by null

looking in

Song: Fly
by Nicki Minaj (feat. Rihanna)