Paige's Naughty Habits

"Well, notice how in order to sleep in her bed, she has to curl up? Well, her hands were always so close to her pussy around bedtime. And Paige had been a masturbation addict before I took her in. Her old Master hadn't even broken her of that." I explained. "Paige, until I put you in the belt, how often had you been masturbating?"

"Once or twice a night, Master..." Paige tasted the words in her mouth. "...at the minimum."

"How loud are you when you touch, Paige?"

"Very." Even with her head bowed, her blush was visible.

"She even woke me up a few times. Suffice to say, I wasn't happy about that. I decide enough is enough. She's a ****, right? I figure she shouldn't be allowed to do that anytime she wanted. I told her that from now on, she needed to be kept locked up 24/7. Make sure she knows slaves don't get to touch themselves whenever they want to. Also helps remind her of her place when I'm out of the house."

Sandra looked at me, then down at the pet bed, and then between Paige's legs. She bit her lip softly. I love it when she does that. Then she looked back up at me.

"You're a twisted bastard, huh?" She squinted, playfully. "Do you ever let her cum?"

"Oh yeah, once a week I let her out of the belt for an hour, and leave the room." I laughed, shooting my **** a look. Paige blushed an even darker shade of red and hid her face. "It's her reward if she goes the week with no misbehavior."