Run!

You have time to notice that Becky looks very cute with her eyes closed - and then you run to the rows of shelves.

You run between shady, moonlit rows, drawing away from Becky’s counting voice. That’s very uncomfortable to run, when your hands are wrapped to your body, and your lower half is completely naked. You feel insecure. You feel like a haunted prey, that knows she is fated to get caught. Like a **** who managed to escape, but her Mistress is following her traces. But you run, and run, and run.

Vegetables, magazines, pasta… rows with different goods are flying past you… until you finally get to the opposite end of the hypermarket.

Now you have some time to catch your breath… or don’t you?

You hear the sound of footsteps, that is getting closer and closer. She must be walking the big central passage between the rows.

And then you hear Becky’s voice, that sounds tantalizing and deceptively kind.

-Peach… where is my Peach? May be in the fruits row? No! How interesting! Where is she then?

This gently (deceptively gently, you repeat to yourself) voice and the feeling of fear makes strange things to you: you get aroused. Well, it’s not very strange, because you realized already, that you love to be Becky’s ****…

But hey, she is going to whip you with a wire! And it will hurt! A LOT!

Or maybe a good little **** named Peach wants it?