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Chapter 7 by Blackhand Blackhand

What Does Sandra Want To Know?

Why Paige's Pussy is Locked Up?

"So..." Sandra gestured between Paige's legs. The ****'s cheeks turned a cute shade of red. A **** for years, yet still so easy to embarrass. "Why do you have that...that...thing between her legs?"

"The chastity belt?" I asked. Paige had already opened her mouth to reply but fell silent rather than contradict my answer. An obvious question, but for some strange reason I felt the need to press Sandra on it, see how she reacted.

"Yeah," she wiped a strand of hair from out of her face.

"Do you mind if I show you?" I asked. Sandra crossed her legs briefly but agreed. I gestured for Paige to rise and unclipped the leash from her collar. For show (and for fun) I gave Paige's ass a swat, making her squeal like a mouse. "Come along then." I walked back towards my bedroom, Paige crawling one step behind me and one step to my left with her head lowered.

"Jesus, you're reminding me of my father," Sandra whispered softly into my ear from the other side.

"I hope that's a compliment," I whispered back.

I led the two girls into your bedroom. Paige knelt into **** posture next to her pet bed. My room was spacious and clean, the fortunate benefit of a diligent maid. Besides the bed and the pet bed, the only other features were a large chest in the corner, your nightstand, and a dresser near the wall. I slept here, but I preferred spending time in my study.

"Nice place. Bed big enough for two I see." Sandra made herself at home. "Why all blue though? And so bland. You're no good at home decor. I know Paige isn't the one picking it out. This place needs a woman's touch."

"Is this where you sleep?" She stooped lower to speak to Paige, pointing toward the pet bed.

"Yes, Mistress," Paige replied.

"I told you, just Sandra." Sandra smiled warmly, giving Paige a light pat on the head. "Letting you call me that would be weird," Paige replied only by tilting her head slightly and making a ponderous expression.

"So what is it you wanted to show me?" Sandra asked me, standing back up to meet my eyes.

What's your answer?

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