On all fours with the shock collar on. You push your finished beer bottle into my cunt, stretching me wide. You tell me if this falls out I’ll be shocked, and the remote is turned up high. You watch me struggle as I grow wetter and the bottle starts to slide out. I reach behind to try and save it and you snap ‘no touching’. My heart sinks as I feel it lose all grip and the bottle thuds to the floor. ‘Oh dear’, you tut disappointedly and I feel a painful current zap into my neck. I cry out and beg, put you just shove the bottle back into my drippy cunt and tell me to ‘try harder this time’.
















