Obedience Treatment Continues: The science of FemDom by James Missaglia

of that sensual, slightly dirty type of music with a heavy saxophone edge. She enjoyed it when she was slowly making love, with lots of licking and kissing and fingers slowly probing orifices. "I can do that. What are you going to do?" Kali cast an eye back to the male, who was shivering and crying, still strapped to the sofa. "Well, I'm going to leave in there in a melange of his own sweat and cum. He knows that we'll get round to him again. Perhaps when we're good and drunk we might think of another game we just have to play. Use him as a dart board. Cover his balls in peanut butter and feed him to one of the Ridgebacks. They need love too." That had been the smell in the back of the car - large dog. If he had heard the slight hint of bestiality, he didn't respond to it. "For now just something to keep him occupied." "Let me think," Rossetti pondered innocently, tapping her chin. "In the fridge, I have a potato soaking in chilli oil. If you shoved that up his rectum it should have the desired effect. He won't be able to sleep, let alone plot escape." And Kali just laughed. "It's nice to be back together," she said. "We make such an adorable couple." ### If you’ve enjoyed reaching this instalment of Obedience Treatment, you’ll be pleased to know that there’s a third part available. The treatment continues and there’s a little more about the world outside, explaining why it’s now women, not men, running things. Obedience Treatment Concludes And if you missed the first part of