Girl performs CBT on pathetic sissy

My thoughts came back to reality, as a heavy plate narrowly missed me. There was now though nothing else within her reach that she could throw. Her eyes cast desperately about, I could see she was on the verge of tears, she shrank back from me, as I took a step forward. I placed my pistol and sword on the table, well fetish out of her reach. I held out domina my hands, palms up, and empty. “It’s okay, I mean you no harm,” I spoke quietly and in a gentle voice, although I doubted she understood a word of it. She was now backed against the cot she was chained to, she fell backwards, then scuttled to the bulkhead and bizarre femdom cringed from me in the corner. I saw a pitcher of water on the table, so I poured a cup, and held it out to her. She looked at me, eyes wide and scared. I slowly moved a step closer, she tried to shrink yet further from me, I offered the cup closer, her eyes darted from the cup to my face, then back again, but she didn’t reach out. I lowered myself to kneel, still holding the cup to her and spanking I continued speaking softly. Her hand lifted slightly but no more, so I leaned and set the cup on the cot in front of her, then I rose and stepped back. I called out of the cabin, “Fetch the bosun for me.” I instructed him to place a guard on the cabin, on pain of death, if he let anyone enter. On deck once more, I sent a boat ashore with instructions to bring the slaver Captain back. I pushed the Captain ahead of me, into his cabin, the girl shrieked and cowered down, but I shoved him roughly into the chair at his table. “Tie him up,” I ordered. “You speak English?” I demanded. He affirmed, with a little bow of his head. “Who is she, and where’s she from?” “Senor, I do not know her name, she is from North Africa, the desert regions far inland from the coast, I believe that her people are called the Wodaabe or possibly the Fulani. Later I would learn from our doctor, that the Wodaabe were a nomadic tribe living along the southern edges of the Sahara, they were not Negro, some thought they originated centuries ago from Egypt. Her stomach started to heave from the force as David’s tongue met the tendril halfway within her digestive tract. “Someone’s going to notice bizarre that. Laura was worried Erica might cry, as that might be hard to sell as part fetish of the fantasy even with Michael so horny, but Erica remained dry eyed. I heard the guys in spanking the other room. Reluctantly, I slowly stood up then downed the bottle of water trying to regain some of my strength. Her cunt femdom was tight against him as he pressed slowly into her, feeling her move slightly beneath him. Like with Syndee and Stacey, I am nothing more to them then their Master. The cheering girls were all around Bethany, my mom riding my blonde sister. You made a mess!" A lot! Finally after about two min. Our vacation to Mexico. domina