You grip her hair, pulling her up on her toes again, hearing her heels pop out. "And here I thought a slut like you would have been used to sucking guys off," you growl, turning and throwing her onto the bed behind you. "Stretch yourself out. Spread-eagled. I want to find you like that when I come back. With this on your face." You throw her one of the blindfolds from the shelf, watching it land at her feet before you turn and walk out of the room.
Behind you, you can hear her put the blindfold on and climb up into the bed, stretching herself out. You take a case of tools from the side room and walk back in, throwing it onto the bed between her spread legs. "Good little slut. Looks like there's some hope for you after all." You see her freeze, wondering what's in the toolbox.
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