A cuff locked on her wrist zaps her if she doesn't comply.
Enjoy..
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Most of the fetish stuff wasn't really her thing, but they tended to pay the best. Tameena adjusted the lighting on the tripod lamp towering over her, training the soft glow on her barefoot cradled in her hand, all her nails a satisfying match of dark purple. Her studio apartment was modest in size, the walls an alarming raspberry shade, with glossy light-wood floorboards. The space was littered with a mismatched array of white furniture amassed over years of deal-hunting online, with an abundance of blankets, framed pictures and cushions, creating a homely and inviting atmosphere. The curtains had been left open on the bright Saturday morning allowing the natural light to cascade into the room. The benefit of be
