With nothing left in her head but the driving need to be fucked, a wardrobe change was easily accepted. All I had to do was promise I would fuck her if she just put on the slavegirl chains, and she flipped right over into pure bliss as soon as she had them on.
For a moment, until the aphrodisiac still in her system drove that out in favor of lust. Then a brief rich and the bliss was back for another moment. And so on, burst after burst of pleasure and arousal from the moment she put on the outfit…
(To be continued…)