<strong>Mordecai ~ moving Emma</strong><br/><br/>It was important that Emma got a good taste of freedom as she would begin to think of it.  The promise of what he would bring her had to be enough for her to want to do as he asked. It wasn’t enough to toss her in the isolation cell. A constant diet of that would kill any desire she had and make her useless to him.<br/><br/>It was a balance of punishments and rewards. It went with pain and ecstasy he wove in every orgasm. Not like Helen. Helen was a pain bitch supreme. Helen thrilled him like no other woman and he lavished pain on her as he fucked her.<br/><br/>Emma was different. She would be used differently. Pain would be required for her orgasm but with the dose of pleasure. He’d seen to that. He’d make sure it was her addiction like having her lactate twice a day for him. Reminding her as her breasts filled that so would her cunt and only then would she find release and relief.<br/><br/>He brought the hood over her head. The smile and her face covered. Later when she earned it he would simply tape her eyes. He had considered blinding her permanently but decided against it.  He didn’t want her hot all the time.  Only when she was in total darkness.<br/><br/>Then he wanted her so hot she’d fuck anything.<br/><br/>The leash to her collar, his hand on her forearm to guide her, “Take three steps and stop.”<br/>