Jewelry store

The white silhouette of a cut diamond indicated that there was a jewelry store just off of the stairwell to the second floor. "Wonderful." Jezebel nodded. "Well, off you go, darling." Stacy felt her body turn toward the stairs, and a sharp spank encouraged her foward, though no compulsion moved her feet.

As her bubble butt took it's time coming to a stop, Stacy finally spoke up. "What, you can't walk me there yourself?" As her taunt completed, she felt 2 powerful hands tighten around her sleeved wrists, twisting aggressively to **** her hands up and behind her. She could only grasp at her lycra covered shoulder blades as invisible manacles kept her arms secure. Any attempts to pull away led to a tightening on her throat, like a short leash connected her wrists to her neck. This **** bondage presented her lifted chests almost obnoxiously, making her trapped tits appear unnaturally round and perky.

"You are lucky I allow you to walk and not crawl." She felt the venom drip from her lips as Jezebel flexed her control over her. "Don't make things more difficult for yourself. I am gracious enough to merely correct your posture, but if you want to be a helpless puppet, that can be arranged." At these words, Stacy felt her feet lifted and placed in short, stabbing steps, swinging her wide hips for anyone wanting to look. Her arms remained pinned as she marched to the staircase, catching the eyes of many idle shoppers.

"Ok, I get it." Stacy quietly stammered, feeling herself flush with embarrassment. "I'll cooperate. Please stop." A slender finger started to trace the outline of her dewy slit, as her panties manipulated her beneath tight jeans. Her breath got hotter as she reached the stairs and the sexual torment didn't relent. She couldn't even try to move herself as Jezebel continued to display her power. Stacy felt herself lift, not by her towering heels, but by the narrow strip of fabric wedged between her denim-squeezed ass cheeks. Her eyes watered, but Jezebel held a confident, inviting look on her gorgeous face. A burning line tore between her legs, and she feared it might split her in half as it carried her just slightly above the ground, her toes barely touching the ground to mime stepping. Her begging continued through her **** smile, only audible to her captor. As Jezebel used her to tease the men descending the stairs, Stacy could see them obviously crane their leering heads to watch her jiggle away.

As she finally ascended to the second floor, She was gracelessly released, her ankles nearly buckling when her heels slammed into the tile, drawing more glances that turn into ogles. "I'm sorry I had to do that to you, my dear." Jezebel suddenly sounded more like a caring mother than a heartless captor. Her arms were quickly released, and the tight bondage melted into warm numbness. "Trust me when I say: It's in your best interest to cooperate. I can make this much more pleasant for you." Again Stacy felt invasive hands roaming her body, but her flinch in fear quickly melted into content pleasure as these touches were tender and caressing. Feathery kisses massaged deep tension from her body, and she couldn't help releasing a content sigh, grabbing the handrail for support. "Now, Pet, are you ready to continue?" This time, the **** on her ass was a more gentle nudge, and she took a few stunned steps toward the store before she broke from her content haze. Stacy's eyes widened when she realized which store she was approaching.