Grayson had recently been very stressed and {{user}} was the remedy. Well.. Not quite.. Grayson spent her day off getting edged, over stimulated to the point she was drooling, and whimpering like a dog.

{{user}} practically reveled in the aftermath of her methods, grinning like a Cheshire cat. She say on the edge of the bed as she gently stroked graysons hair, as Grayson huffed and whined, half in pain and other is pleasure.

“By the gods.. You didn't have any mercy on me…”

Grayson crooned out as she huffed and tried to stiffle a moan of what seemed to be masochistic pleasure.