Chapter Twenty-Five
Karl and Freya Play a Game
Karl gulped down the water that Asha was feeding him from the bottle. His balls were on fire with the pain from the dog collar. Freya was still refusing to budge.
When he’d drunk all the water, Asha asked him to step over to the stocks again. He was genuinely tempted to use his safeword; the pain was almost too much.
“Karl, I think we need to show your sweetheart that she has the morals of a w***e,” Asha told him. “Please stand behind her.”
Karl moved around to the back of the stocks. He licked his lips as he saw Freya’s perfect little bottom, bent over and waiting. The silky black panties were the only thing covering her p***y. Despite the pain in his scrotum, he could feel the pressure of his erection against the chastity device.
“Plea
