The long, seemingly unending days that she could barely keep track of were crushing her spirit. She stared down at the ring that she’d found so full... of magic the week before and sighed. Unable to find her muse, she knew that she was only going to grow even more stir-crazy as the days of quarantine dragged on and on.Stephanie sneezed and stepped back when something tickled her nose. She noticed an odd sparkling in the air, as though someone was raining down glitter upon her. When she looked up. “Now I want you to lean against the wall” She starts to push on my shoulders. Resting my hands on the wall I wonder what she has in mind, when suddenly I feel her fingers on my ass, running them all over me and soaping my tight orifice.“Open your legs” she orders and I obey….wondering how this little scenario will play out.I can feel her fingers sliding under my balls and playing with them gently. As she slides her fingers back and forth over them I can feel a finger against the tight hole of. Jake was still asleep next to me. I looked down at him, and he still looked like the same man I had been married to for years, but last night had not been like any night before.In fact, this week had not been like any week before. First there was the beginning of the week, learning about my daughter being a slave. Then there was the whole evening yesterday, watching my baby wearing a collar and a leash, telling me about becoming a slave, watching her master running his hands between her legs.. ”She glanced up at me, then down again. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, still out of breath.I took her chin in my hand and raised it so she was looking at me. “Go and open it again.”Wearily she got slid off the desk and stood. As she walked past the blackboard I told her to stop. “Pick up the chalk.” She did so and stood looking at me. “See where your name is?” She glanced at it then back to me and nodded. “After it I want you to write, ‘is a nasty little girl’. She stood blinking at me.