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Mary Jane quickly and efficiently stripped off her clothes, giving a deep sigh of relief; in her new mindset, all but the sexiest, skimpiest outfits felt unbearably confining. As the assembled Submissives stared at her gloriously nude form, practically drooling,
she turned to the Black Cat, then grabbed the other woman's platinum blonde locks and pulled her into a deep kiss.
As the two beauties tongue-wrestled, MJ unzipped Felicia's catsuit, and began pulling it off her, a task Felicia happily assisted with. By the time they came up for air, the black leather catsuit was pooled at their feet. MJ smiled at Felicia.
"That, gorgeous, was for showing me the light."
Then she sat down, and pulled the other woman down with her, placing Felicia over her knee. The Black Cat, being stronger and a trained fighter, could easily have fought the redhead off, but surprise and submissiveness kept her paralyzed, as MJ began spanking
her.
"This! Is for! Kidnapping! Me!" Mary Jane declared, each word punctuated by a meaty
smack, as she brought her hand down on Felicia's pale, perfectly-rounded asscheeks. With every spank, the Black Cat's body spasmed, not with pain (she'd had worse) or humiliation (well, it was humiliating, but that was turning her on), but guilt; MJ
was right, even though it had been for a good cause, she'd had no right to do such a thing without permission from her master or mistress.
The Submissive Six watched the spectacle avidly, pussies gushing as Felicia's voluptuous flesh jiggled delectably with every spasm, even as they considered the possibility that they would receive the same punishment. Finally, when Felicia's ass was as red as
MJ's hair, the punishment ceased, and Mary Jane allowed Felicia to slide off her lap. Felicia perched on her knees, looking up at her mistress with tear-filled eyes.
"I...I'm so sorry, Mistress. I promise I won't even think without you or Master's permission ever again!"
MJ smiled. "There, there," she soothed. "That's a good little bitch." She was pleased to discover that not only was Felicia not one of those women who's looks were ruined by crying; the tears made her even more appealing. She resolved to provoke more in the
future. In the meantime, she cupped Felicia's heavy boobs, marveling at how perfect they were.
"Wow," MJ couldn't help remark. "I always thought these were fake, but they feel perfectly real!"
Felicia sniffled, and dried her tears, calmed by MJ's pawing at her. "They were fake; whatever made them bigger made them real too."
"Amazing," MJ declared.
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