She had put on her glasses and swung her leather bag over her shoulders, then let out an air of displeasure.
- That's your dear discipline. you know it very well.
- But... but... it's hard to stay like this. My arms don't move... uhgh...
replied the boy trying to get rid of his prison clothes
- Well I have to go. if you need to take something you know how to do it. And if you complain a lot, you'll spend another month without being able to come and play with your friend.
So the woman line closed the door without having to lock
The boy was disgusted and tried to open the door... but noticed that his hands, isolated by the restraining glove, could do nothing. His hands while inside the containment latex glove were useless.
His discipline was just beginning.
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