“Scary. Sexy. Obedient.” You demand.
“Yes, sir…but, how will I know who is who, Master?”
A chuckle. “You won’t.”
***
Scary…sexy? Harley Quinn! Trite, but classic. I’ll terrorize master’s guests with my bat until they subdue me. My makeup will run with my tears and their cum.
***
Guests are arriving, and my pussy betrays me. I savor the building trickle.
***
No! I recognize your cruel intentions when he walks in, poorly disguised. Ichabod with a pumpkin-shaped head.
I can’t. I WON’T!
Obedient, I must… I will.
Not for him, but for you, sweet Master.
***
The clock strikes. It begins…
