The teasing. The intense feeling between her legs. The little scratches. It's starting to drive hr out of her mind already. And it doesn't help that Minnie sees the colors of the power being used, and every instinct in her body and soul is for love and worship.
She tries to steel herself a little from the threat of a whimper -- she does not whimper easily, really she doesn't! -- as her hands strain against the restraints and she reaffirms that she cannot touch, cannot make herself useful, cannot prove her worth. The light in her eyes begins fill with abject desperation.
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