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I set TTS to a deep, erotic female voice.
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"So, what's up?"
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"Not my dick, that's for sure."
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I smile and visibly cringe at the same time.
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"Excellent humour, secret agent. Care to share comments and opinion on today?"
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"Oh mam! Totally flabbergasted, mam. 28 must really be a submissive bondage slut
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\ of highest order to have been doing this to herself."
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"So you think it's her who had the whole thing organized?"
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"Affirmative, mam!"
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"Coincidentally, these are my thoughts too."
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I set TTS back to robotic drone and remove 28's ballgag, drool flows down her
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\ chest. I gently massage her jaw muscles, she must be in a lot of discomfort
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\ by now. I also remove her blindfold, I want to see her face. Fucking hell,
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\ why does she still smell so nice. I lick her face for a bit. She just lays
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\ passively, with her eyes closed. Her breath starts to deepen. I also lick
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\ her tits and gently nibble on her nipples. I think she's aroused, her pulse
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\ is faster.
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I don't want her to spend the night in bondage, so first I unlock her collar,
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\ letting it just hang from the bed, then I uncuff her wrists, then I look
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\ at her and I want to play a bit. I lick her belly and massage her belly button
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\ with my tongue and while I'm here I also lick her crotch, just the upper part.
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\ She is totally wet by now. I run a finger between her legs and hear
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\ a little peep. I slap her crotch.
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"si-lence"
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Her face indicates arousal, no helping it I guess.
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"are-you-a-sub-mis-sive-bon-dage-slut"
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"NEGATIVE, MAM!"
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"are-you-wet-now"
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"AFFIRMATIVE, MAM!"
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"ex-plain-con-tra-dic-tion"
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"CLASSIFIED, MAM!"
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I roll my eyes. Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be classified exactly why
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\ a person is being wet, really. Top secret, I imagine.
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"why-would-you-put-your-self-in-pu-nish-ment-if-you-are-not-in-to-it-do-you-still-feel-guil-ty"
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"AFFIRMATIVE, MAM! I DO STILL FEEL GUILTY, MAM!"
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"you-should-stop"
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"MAM, I CAN'T, MAM!"
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"should-I-pu-nish-you-for-re-al"
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"PERMISSION TO DELIBERATE, MAM!"
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"gran-ted"
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She thinks for a minute. I think as well. Should she choose to, will I be able
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\ to deliver? I don't think so, actually. I don't hate her by now, she's alright.
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\ I don't want to hurt her, I want her to stop being hurt.
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"MAM, MY PREFERENCE WOULD BE TO SUFFER MODERATE PAIN AND HUMILIATION. I WILL
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\ ALSO GLADLY ACCEPT ANY PUNISHMENT YOU TWO DEEM NECESSARY, MAM!"
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All this shouting is becoming old. Also "you two" does not sound very respectful
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\ anyway. I switch to sexy voice again.
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"Twenty eight, until morning I order you to speak informally, like you would
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\ to a friend. And stop being so loud."
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"Sure thing, colonel."
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"And call me Mute."
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"Sure thing, Mute."
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Everything is classified, but I can still try, right?
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"What do you think of our secret agent here?"
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"That's a complex question." -- She turns to Old Man -- "First, I very much
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\ admire your resilience and perseverance. I think in your place I'd kill myself
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\ a long time ago. By the same token I feel bad for everything you've had
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\ to go through. It's not like my fault or anything, but I'm sorry for your
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\ isolation. What IS my fault I'm extremely regretful about. I'm also very
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\ greatful for everything you've done for Mute."
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"Oh man, you sound like I'm some kind of a real secret agent. I'm nothing
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\ of a sort, just your ordinary man in a bunker."
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...
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"It's true that my health was not up to task, but you should stop eating
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\ yourself over it, I agree with Mute here. At least kick it down a notch,
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\ if anything you've saved my life... admittedly, after putting it in danger
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\ in the first place. Anyway, ~~I don't think you are bad...~~"
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I raise my arm to interject.
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"We've been over this, guys. You won't forgive yourself even if he forgives you,
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\ yeah, whatever. Now, twenty eight, what do you think about me?"
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...
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"I'll need to get creative."
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"Go ahead."
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She thinks for some time and then starts to sing.
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No kogda sem zvyozd nad tvoyey golovoy vstanut bagryanym serpom
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I pyaniy okhotnik spustit sobak na prostory tvoyey pustoty
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Ya vspomnyu vsekh kto krasivey tebya, umneye tebya, luchshe tebya, no
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Kto iz nikh shyol po bitym styoklam tak zhe graciozno kak ty
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"The rest is classified, Mute." -- of course.
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The significance of what's happened here is huge. I'll deal with it in a second,
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\ first I have to wrap this up real quick. I switch to robot voice.
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"now-let's-all-a-gree-to-ne-ver-be-cre-a-tive-a-gain-your-pu-nish-ment-will-con-ti-nue-to-mor-row"
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I untie 28's legs and turn off the lights. I need to think really hard here.
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\ One more thing, sexy voice again.
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"You alright, Old Man? Need anything?"
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"My dick back! Just kidding, I'm fine. I take it's time to hit the hay?
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\ I don't mind. Good night, Mute. Good night, former agent."
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She silently salutes him and turns away.
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I'll be back with them in a bit, but now I really want to be alone.
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\ [[I still have a room, right?|next]]
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