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Her restraints wouldn’t allow her to run or scream effectively, but she figured it was little more than 100 yards to the public road where she could wave somebody down for help, and that wouldn’t take too long to walk. She was just about to sneak over to the front door when a different one slammed behind her. “Hey, shithead.” Katelyn snapped. Megan gasped and turned around, then froze upon seeing who it was. “Where do you think you’re going?” The domineering redhead walked over in long, angry strides and seized oral her, gripping her lower jaw and forearm. “Mmmm…uuhhhhhh.” She garbled and pointed toward the bathroom, hoping Katelyn would believe she had simply gotten lost trying to find it. “Yeah, okay. Why don’t we go tell Master that?” She took the chain hanging between her breasts and dragged her back to the bedroom, making sure to pull on the slave’s neck whenever she fell behind, and continued “He spoils you, that’s for sure. No fucking way would Gabby or your little boyfriend dare try and escape, not after the night we gave them.” Megan furrowed her eyebrows and growled a few unintelligible curses. It was odd, however, to discover that even the man’s peers called him ‘master’; she had expected them to call him by his actual name or at least have a separate nickname. “Just wait til I get five minutes alone with you, bitch. You thought our little lesbian playtime yesterday was bad; you haven’t seen anything yet.” They reached the front of the bed, where she grabbed the back of Megan’s hair and lifted her upright. “What’s this?” Master greeted the two of them with an excited grin. “Oh nothing, just that I caught your captive trying to run out the front door.” Katelyn said. “You really ought to keep a closer eye.” “I’m very disappointed, kitten.” He got up from the mattress and walked over. “I thought you knew better by now.” “I’d say her master is a bit too lenient.” “Alright,” He said, putting his hands up for effect. “I was. It won’t happen again; no more free range training for her. Come on, hand her over.” “Uh-uh…” She pulled Megan backward and wrapped one arm around her torso. “Not until I hear what you’re going to do to fix this.” “How about I show you?” He presented his iPad to both women, who had rather polarized reactions to pov the GIF on screen. 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