Extreme Toyland VIII: Polishing Daphne

An hour before showtime, Daphne showed up in her dressing room, where Elisa and Lesley were busy readying various items for tonight's production. Over dinner, Lisa had given them very specific instructions on what to get ready and what outfits to wear. They had just finished getting their stuff together when the door swung open and Daphne walked in.

"Hey, you're early," Elisa said. She looked up at the young woman who just came in, carrying a big duffel bag over her shoulder and a smaller purse in her hand. She wore purple oversized yoga pants and a white halter top. Her bright blonde hair was pulled back in a high pony tail and big aviator sunglasses rested on her small, thin nose.

"Yeah, finished my routine at the gym. Thought I'd relax a bit here." Daphne replied. She put down her bags and took off her aviators. "How are things?"

"Getting there," Elisa replied. "We're almost done with our prep. Your instructions are in the folder there." She pointed over at the make-up station. "Looks like it's going to be pretty intense."

"Why do you think I only do two of these PPV sessions a year now?" Daphne replied. "These things leave me bruised and bleeding for weeks." She walked over to the station, but pulled her arm back when she was about to pick up the folder.

"You know what? I'm not even going to read it. Just tell me what I need to wear, I'll just go with it."

"Are you sure?" Elisa wanted to know.

"Yeah, what does it matter anyway? Working out makes me horny as fuck and it's been a while since I played hard. I hope it's got some penetration, that's all. It's not like Rick's been paying much attention to me lately."

Elisa was silent. She didn't want to get into that argument. Everyone around the mansion knew about Rick's recent adventures with Jane and Sarah.

"All you need to put on are these cuffs and a ball gag," Elisa tried to change the subject, handing the items to her friend. "Oh yeah, and remove your rings," she added quickly. "I also have to tie your breasts with elastic rope."

Daphne looked at Elisa's face as she took the cuffs and gag. She noticed three small wounds on the girl's upper lip.

"Still not fully healed, huh?"

"No, it keeps scabbing," Elisa replied with a sad face.

"That's the only thing with those fishing line games of hers. I mean, I don't mind the pain, but the fricking weights just rip the skin sometimes. How long did she stretch your lips down again?"

"About fifteen minutes. And that machine was pumping the dildo in and out of my throat."

"I hope she leaves my lips alone tonight," Daphne concluded. "I'm going to take a shower. If there's anything else, let me know, okay?"