my heart sings and my cunt throbs at the quiet, calm command of His voice: “65. 70, then. 75. Okay, 80,” directing my sister to increase the intensity level of the shocks I receive.
I’m throbbing from the shocks too, but nothing in the world compares to what His voice can do.
The shock collar was fun because of the array of responses.
As expected, Blossom was basically a pain sponge… I could have punched her in the throat and she would have just blinked and croaked “ow”. Pinky wanted to impress me by taking it to 100, but I wanted to leave some room for growth. And Piglet? Calling her a “whiny baby” would be the understatement of the year… I’m not even sure she made it to 20.