Yes, and it's just what I wanted.

The little slut looked me in the eye for a moment, sweat soaked and trembling. Then she dropped her eyes and nodded. Such sweet submission. But I wasn't done playing yet. I slid my hand down her taut stomach towards her pussy, relishing how her muscles grew tense the closer I got. I gave her dripping slit the barest of strokes, enough to keep her gushing in her current state but nowhere near enough to grant her the orgasm she wanted. I kept it up.

"But, if I do that for you, what will you do for me?"

She whimpered at me, her soft lips twitching around the ball gag stuffed between them. She was thrusting her hips towards my hand, trying to get enough stimulation to push herself over the edge. But I knew how to keep girls like her begging.

"I'm afraid that I can only grant orgasms to sluts that are properly attired."

I slid a finger inside her, caressing her slick insides. She ground her hips desperately. She was only a heartbeat away from heaven... and I denied her. I leaned close and licked her ear.

"Do you want to be properly attired, little girl?"

She nodded quickly this time, moaning into her gag. I reached into my pocket and brought a police issue taser within inches of her wide blue eyes. A pressed the button, releasing a buzzing arc of electricity that caused her to jerk back.

"I think we're beginning to understand each other, little girl," I said, massaging her slick mound with my free hand as I continued to menace her with the 50,000 volts in the other.

"But if I even think that you're about to be naughty, well..." I said, glancing at the electricity for a moment before releasing the button. I put the taser back in my pocket, and brought out the vibrator's remote. I cranked it to max, enjoying the way it made her hips writhe. I knelt down and unlocked her spreader bar from the eye bolt in the ground.

"Frustrating how those little vibes are never quite enough to get you off, isn't it," I said as I reached behind her and unlocked her handcuffs from the shackles on the wall. We didn't have far to go, but Cassie was exhausted, handcuffed, and locked into a spreader bar. I placed a hand on her back and guided her slowly forward, my other hand clutching the taser. I was ready to make good on my promise, but she didn't appear to be in a particularly rebellious mood. I hoped I hadn't broken her already. We reached cell a short while later. I ushered her inside and slammed the door behind her.

"Walk backwards towards the door."

She complied, and I knelt down and unlocked her spreader bar through the bars of the cell. I stood and did the same with her handcuffs. She turned to me quickly now that she was free. Her hands darted towards her dirty snatch, whether to masturbate or remove the vibrator I wasn't sure. This was a test, and one I hoped she failed.

"I wouldn't do that," I said, loving the way she froze uncertainly when I spoke.

"Every inch of you belongs to me now, but none more so than that dirty gash between your legs. If you cum before I tell you to, well, I might just feel like practicing my body modifications."

I let my words sink in.

"Maybe a tongue splitting?"

Her hands drop to her sides and she hangs her head in defeat. Now my hips are writhing involuntarily.

"Now then," I say, gesturing towards the dressmaker's dummy under the drop cloth in the cell with her.

"Put it on."