The kitchen was supposed to be spotless, but under Cindy's critical gaze, it was a crime scene of neglect. Ashleigh, dressed in a sensible white blouse and grey skirt, waited nervously as her dominant friend conducted the inspection. Cindy ran a finger over the surfaces, sneering at the imaginary dust and the shoddy workmanship. "Not good enough," she declared, her voice ice-cold. She grabbed Ashleigh, delivering a sharp rebuke. She explained, with a tone of mock-regret, that this punishment would hurt her more than it hurt Ashleigh—but a lesson had to be taught.
The lesson began with a physical dismantling. Cindy forced Ashleigh to the floor, deciding that if she couldn't work like a professional, she wouldn't dress like one. She stripped the skirt and blouse from Ashleigh’s body, leaving the blonde vulnerable and shivering in a delicate white slip.
Then came the restraints. Cindy produced a roll of harsh black tape. She sat on the floor, binding Ashleigh’s ankles together with thick, tight wraps, ensuring she couldn't stand to clean even if she wanted to. Next, she wrenched Ashleigh’s arms behind her back, taping her wrists firmly. To complete the discipline, Cindy took a vibrant red scarf—a splash of color against the pale slip—and tied it tightly between Ashleigh’s lips as a gag. Ashleigh was left sitting on the kitchen floor she had failed to clean, a bound, gagged, and half-naked monument to her own imperfection, while Cindy stood over her, the mistress of a very tidy house.
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