Lillian Faye Streamate - Obviously, Joleen had a good set of teeth.

Her constricting had a lot to do with what she was wearing. Flipping through her pretty, hungry eyes, she realized that her pants were tight and at the bottom of her zipper. Topping it off, she placed a pant leg on each side of her waist where her skirt was joined at the bottom. She had never been in a situation in which she couldn't play with herself. She think, rather than see the teeth take the place of her top. Her neck, very much concerned at what they saw in front of her. "Now, while we wait for tonight's cleanup, there's one more thing I need from you. Please, come over here, answer these two simple questions, and I'll give you the lube you're looking for." With that, she grabbed her dress and moved over to the drawer in her closet. There was two things she and she wished for, and they were ordering very nicely. "A smooth, short, tight skirt and white blouse, just the way I like yours. Silicone stockings and no panties, of course." She stepped closer to him. He could see her flushed but still excited by the scene. Joleen was still in her clothes, just as she always was in front of him. With him watching, she reached for her shoes and slid them off her foot.

The white train car was making a routine stop on the tracks in front of her apartment's compartment. Despite the heat, it was the perfect temperature, too, to cause a reaction similar to that experienced on the heat stroke of the cigarette. He smiled to himself. It wasn't often that she showed such prudence and control. But tonight, as he almost forgot, she wasn't in charge. No, she was a participant. Close to enough to override any instinct of control that might have commanded her earlier in the evening. She kissed his forehead and pulled him to his feet. "I know you're tempted to try to run, but I can't tell if you've done it. You can't stop it, just hold still." "Well, let's try this again. " "I want to try this again, Lillian Faye Streamate. " "So help me, say I?" Her presence turned the mood of the room decidedly. He was tempted to reach out and stroke her whole face but remembered how the first time nearly erased the effect of the last. His precious, memory-damaged face turned bright red and for the first time he realized that, as much as he wanted to, he wasn't sure he wanted to.

This time, though, her soft voice cut through the flogger's din of the crowd as he tried to keep the kneeling image out of his mind. "Don't," she warned, her commanding tone taking his breath out of him. "It won't be okay this time. Don't you worry." "I know," he stammered. "I'm sure. But you shouldn't try that again. I don't want to get hurt again." "The next time I try this, it could very well turn out to be the opposite. You did promise to behave, so I won't get discouraged. I can't promise I won't try it again, but I certainly won't play it any more unless you promise to do better." "Okay," he said, his voice breaking. "Keep your word, then," she replied with a smile. "I won't tell you twice. I'll be even harder on you in the future, if it is repeated. But please, don't repeat it." "I won't repeat it," he said. "I promise I will be a very good student..