So many mixed feelings. After coming and finding some sort of release, Gracely's head was a touch clearer. The aphrodisiac, while potent, could only do so much when it was taken in an amount that was lease than a teaspoon. But the thong was already damp with her juices, and every step sent shivers of sensation through her body. Then of course there was the pain from the plug, and then from her straining scalp as her hair was seized and she was dragged to her feet. Gracely cried out and her hands came up to grip her Mistress' wrist firmly. Her head snapped to the side at the strike and Gracely grunted through the wet panties tied in her mouth. Her fingers slipped from Avabelle's wrist and she stood still. Clearly it was better not to aggravate the woman anymore than she already was...<br/><br/>Now, Gracely was properly avoiding the woman's direct gaze, and she only glanced at her after the leash was jerked. Those sharp, faceted eyes looked at those of her owners. They still bore a glazed appearance and her cheeks burned faintly with flush. Swallowing, she nodded and muttered an "Understood," through the fabric tied between her jaws.