Lately he has insisted on improving her posture. Her lunch break is now Posture Hour. She is locked into the stand that sets her tits jutting and her spine painfully arched. To make feeding her an easier process, she was required to purchase jars of baby food from which he can easily spoon the mush into her mouth with little fuss or mess. If he is pleased with her morning performance, he won’t gag her. Otherwise, the spider gag is inserted and locked around her head. If he is in the mood to be entertained, he’ll strap her down with a vibrator nudging her cunt. He always eats first, so he’ll watch her body shaking in its upright position, her face wrinkled in distress.
When he’s finished with her, if the hour isn’t up yet, he’ll push her into a corner and turn her so she faces the wall, waiting while he continues conducting his business.
(Source: johnnyadidas, via bdsm)
