The woman laughed again, her finger retreating.<br/><br/>"Trying to cooperate?  I think that deserves a reward.  Lower her, Tee Three.  Let her stand."<br/><br/>Slowly, Allandra felt herself dropping again until she could stand on tiptoe, and then the blindfold was ripped away to leave her blinking in the austere and starkly lit center of a storage chamber somewhere...and the smirking face of her pale-skinned, raven-haired, grey-eyed tormentor, holding a long and slender toy in her hands and smearing it with some sort of clear gel.  The woman was clad in some sort of form-fitting bustier, stockings, and a garter belt, her own sex bare.<br/><br/>"Hello, pretty!  Are you ready to take this up your tight little bottom?"