Behave

Wary of the Slayer's strength and scared that you may not survive any punishment she metes out, you go for the only sensible option. Besides, looking at her, you realize you'd do anything for Buffy dressed like that.

You try to speak, but then, remembering you have a ball-gag, simply nod.

Buffy smiles. "Good toy," she says, "now let's have some fun." She kneels down next to you, while you still lie tied to the ground, the top half of your clothing gone.

Her fingernails move over your chest. "Sorry about the ball-gag," she tells you, "I'd love to hear you whimper and beg and scream, just like my other flesh toys did before I broke them all, but those days when they burst into song about it really freaked me out." And then her hand moves down, past your chest and stomach, and to your remaining clothes. "No need to be bashful. Some girls like dressing-up their toys, I prefer to give mine a dressing-down." Her hands grab at your clothes, below the waist, tearing them off as if they were paper, soon leaving you completely naked.

Buffy looks at your cock, erect once more, and licks her lips.

"That's the problem with being a Slayer, can't wait to get my hands on Mr. Pointy."