Her body was lightly marked with the remnants of her experience with Daniel, her pussy lips puffy and tender from the erotic ravaging, her bottom peppered with hot spots from the crop he had used on her rear and her anus still feeling the effects of being plugged with her ponytail.She stepped out of the steaming embrace of the shower and looked at herself through the swirling mist in the bathroom. Her mouth seemed a little larger, her lower lip swollen from fierce kisses. Her eyes seemed wider; there was something altogether soft about her that she was not used to seeing. She almost looked like a different person.Gathering a towel to her chest, Ellie tried to tell what was different. How had she changed in that stable under Daniel Treville’s leather and lash?“I liked it,” she murmured under her breath. “I liked it a lot.”She could still remember the feeling of the tight leather harness cinching her body, containing her wilder impulses, domesticating her to his will. She ran her hand over her waist and stomach, almost wishing that she was still wearing it.“You liked it too much,”
