ooc: Sorry I disappeared on you, I got a phone call. Damn dial up internet. But Milla is wearing a black thong.

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Her skirt falls to the floor and she whimpers softly, taking heed to the mans words. She had no idea what twisted things he had in store for her punishment. She tried to cross her legs, so she wouldn't be to exposed but her restraints prevented that. Hers arms were growing tired, as were her legs, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. She tried wriggling her fingers, but they were alseep. She changed her position, which put a little ease on her legs and feet. She looked up at the man, fear in her eyes.

"W..What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice low and cracked.