Pixie had only ever been fisted once and not as yet by her Master. Xxnx That’s when she realized her Master’s black shoes were standing on top of the flower she had been looking at right in front of her knees. While Pixie had wandered off, as usual, into her thoughts she hadn’t noticed that the device in her ass was beginning to grow just as it had in her pussy. Honestly it gave Pixie the creeps, but she trusted her Master enough to have signed her slave contract giving him complete control and ownership of her body, mind, heart and soul. They weren’t looking her way either. Two other slaves knelt against the wall their leashes attached to the hooks. She knew that she had displeased him by making it look as though he hadn’t trained her properly.
