‘At attention.’ Drake stood, placing his feet at slightly wider than shoulder width and his hands behind his head. He kept his gaze straight ahead... Mistress Raell slid a harness on him, locking every strap down but the Y-strap. Drake felt his stomach drop. He’d gotten used to not having a buttplug in. Mistress Raell walked off for a second, then returned with something in hand. ‘Bend over.’ Drake obeyed, his temper rising. He yelped as something brushed the back of his legs, than moaned as she. He wore a shirt of almost painful whiteness and a deepgreen necktie with a fine pattern. Not only was the necktie itself stylish, but it even had the perfect knot, every twist and dip exactly as one might see in a men's fashion magazine. His pants were dark gray, and he had wore black loafers. Everything looked brand new, as if he had just put it on for the first time a few mintues before.He was somewhat shorter than I. The hint of a smile played about his lips as if he had just heard a joke. More

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