Carol's room

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Describe room
The room is lit with a harsh red light. On metal coat hangers on the walls there are various costumes, one is a nurse's uniform another appears to be made of black rubber.Describe objectsThe bed is a large double bed. On the bed there are:old towelsOn a bedside table there are:Plastic bottlesHandcuffsA roll of packing tapeIn the room there is:Carol
Examine Carol
Carol has been logged on to #RL for 09 hrs 34 minutes.
Visible exits are: bathroom

Carol was naked but she didn't look naked. She looked raw. The harsh red light which was supposed to conceal her age made her look as if she had been flayed alive.
Carol had "victim" written all over her. She also had the words "Professional Submissive" printed on her business cards.
She obviously wanted to tell Terry about something that was worrying her but she knew that would have to wait when he cut some black shiny packing tape and taped it over her mouth. Play first, then talk.
Carol obediently, if somewhat wearily, stood up and put her hands behind her back as Terry closed the handcuffs tightly onto her wrists.

Terry was silent. Carol knew from experience that he would be silent for the next hour of enjoyment. Carol didn't mind.
Terry's excitement was already apparent through his jeans. With Carol handcuffed and helpless his cock responded like the cock of a teenager.
Carol thought she was ready for anything which happened. Once the handcuffs were on she had to trust Terry anyway. Her only job was to realise when he wanted her to fight back and how much.
Rose observed Carol. Rose just watched. Rose felt none of Carol's pain. Rose had come into existence during Carol's childhood...between Carol's second and third BDSM sessions with her mother's lover.
While Carol was naked, gagged and handcuffed on the bed, Terry had gone through the door to the bathroom and turned on the taps. Carol wondered vaguely what he had in mind as he returned to the bed and forced her across his knee. Carol was justly proud of how much spanking she could take. The small room reverberated to the sound of Terry slapping at her...Carol detected that he wanted her to try to escape.
When Carol tried to wriggle free from Terry he seemed to become quite frenzied forcing his thumb inside her anus and holding her down on the bed as his other hand clawed...literally clawed...at her naked breasts...all the time the bath was filling.
Rose began to wonder calmly about the bath overflowing and how Carol would sort things out with the neighbours
Carol decided to struggle more...but not enough to dislodge Terry's thumb from inside her....Terry turned over Carol's raw naked body and gripped her ankles to force her legs apart. Handcuffed as she was, she could not resist him. Terry urgently forced his stiff cock inside her and said the one word he ever used for Carol during these sessions,. "Cunt."
Rose smiled inwardly as she confirmed Terry's urgency was due to the usual problem - forestalling premature ejaculation.
Terry withdrew from Carol and left his come dripping down her thigh. It was clear he had not finished however. The bath was almost full. Terry put his hands in Carol's hair and pulled her towards the bathroom. It was time for Carol to kick and struggle and be overcome by him. Terry was continually distracted from subduing Carol by a need to fondle and scratch and punish her naked breasts. Carols struggle grew weaker at such moments...

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