Drunken Dreams

She could now seak, coughing to the side and spitting up all of that horrible taste. Yoshiro was still crying tears, not being able to stop the girl from wiping them away. "F-Fine...." She just wanted this to be over now that she knew the end was close. But what a lot of that was, was embarrassment for the whole ordeal.

Zenith came. Her cum sprayed out of her cunt and into her pussy. It was finally over for her. Zenith could tell she wasn't happy, which saddened her. She sighs "I'm sorry. I thought if I was punishing you, it would be better; I thought you would feel guilt, but afterwards pleasure, but it turns out all I've done is made myself look like a sex-crazed judgmental bitch. The former is the only true thing." She removed the wrist irons. "You are free to leave. There is much to do here, or if you want to, you can just ask me to bring you back."

Zenith may have jumped the gun on her speaking. Yoshiro moans out loudly in pleasure when she was at the end of losing her innocence. Her face was a bright red for moaning, and she bit her lip and looked away. The guilt was a ruse....Yoshiro was trying not to show that nor the amount of pleasure she had just received. When released, she fell onto her knees. Naked from the hips down. She panted before Zenith, showing the faintest of smiles

Zenith eyes widened, but then she smiled. She jumped the gun on that one, but she was glad what she said wasn't true. She then said. "I have had my way, how about yours?" she asked, curious to what her fetishes are. She somewhat had an idea when she didn't put her shoes on. "Judging how you didn't put your shoes back on, you like feet, right?" she asked.

She was confused by what Zenith was asking until it was made clear. Yoshiro shakes her head, trying to deny the question/accusation. It was hard to do that with her blushed face. "U-Um....No....I-I just wanna get dressed." But the shifting in her eyes was a dead giveaway.

Zenith let out a giggle as she stepped forward. If Yoshiro hadn't noticed it before, she would now. Her feet were uncovered. "Are you lying to me?" she asks, but in a more delightful tone as she picks up the paddle, but sings a different phrase. It translates as "Rewarded punishment." She then says "Don't worry. Even if you don't like it normally, it will feel good." she then slapped her ass with it and instead of feeling a jolt of pain, she would feel a jolt of pleasure and instead of seeing one of her bad deeds, she would see a good one.

LIm sure...I-I just wanna get some clothes on at the moment." During the course of that short blurb of words, Yoshiro glances to Zenith's feet two times. Three. Okay, four. But, she definetly wasn't going to---Five times. "C-Can't you do some sort of magic and um, f-fix those?" Yoshiro oints to her own panties, just feet away from the two. Six. The sank hurt, and Yoshiro saw one time where she helped her friend after a nasty fall. A small deed, but a good one...

Zenith giggled. "I can't fix those. I can only make them more soaked. But I think you are up to six glances at my feet. Are you sore you don't want to do something with them? Or maybe you want to be 'punished' again?" she asked, her hand was ready to swing again. Her enchantment might "hurt" but if the receiver is not a masochist, the pain would feel like pleasure. If she was, then it's double the pleasure.

Yoshiro was more on the sadistic side of the sectrum, which only added to the reasons for her embarrassment. She'd rather be in control instead of be controlled. "I'm n-not saying anything until I h-have some clothes..."

Zenith lets out another giggle. "Do you want one of my panties or do you want to wear you femcum soaked ones?" she asked. She then sat down the paddle. She had no idea Yoshiro liked to be in control, but she didn't say anything.