I tentatively ran my fingers over her breasts. Her skin was soft, smooth, warm and tantalizing. My breath caught, and I gave her a firmer caress, which she leaned into. I could feel her hands on my thighs, pushing them further open, and I willingly spread my legs. My heart was pounding, I felt erotic and wanton doing as she wanted. I knew I wanted to experience more.

Dani Mistress was aroused. I could sense it, feel it, smell it. I was transfixed, my gaze intent upon her body, touching her breasts, trailing my fingers over her. She was beautiful to me and I was utterly spellbound.

The lash across my back brought me back to the present. It was molten lava trailing across my skin, making me scream and clutch at Dani Mistress!. She reached out and cupped my pussy, rubbing the heel of her hand against my clit, momentarily distracting me from the pain. Her other hand was pinching, pulling my nipples, squeezing my breasts. Another line of fire licks across my back, wrapping around my ribcage to singe my breasts.

Mistresses hands are causing me sweet torture. I can feel an orgasm approaching, and I start to rotate my hips on mistresses hand. Oh god oh god oh mistress yesssssss my mind screams and I want to give her the same pleasure she is giving me. I start to twist, pinch, pull her nipples and she responds in kind, getting rougher with me. Oh god I'm gonna cum, oh shit am I supposed to beg for permission!? I am torn, worried and then the lash lands across me and it matters not; I cum hard, clenching mistresses hand in my cunt as the orgasm goes on and on.

My hips are bucking and I feel Dani's mistress' hand grow larger and larger within me. My orgasm is melding into one long unending one and the lash is now licking at my ass. Mistress is pounding into me with her fist!? and I come so hard I am squirting all over! I look down at what I am doing and can't stop. It's shameful! I didnt know a woman's body could do such a thing and I am stunned. I watch as mistress dips her head down to catch some in her mouth, drinking me, spreading my juices on her, and on my thighs.

I feel my face turn red with embarrassment as Dani mistress pulls her hand out of me and drops me into the puddle I have created. I curl up into a ball of shame, too tired to protest anything. My pussy is sore and I reach down to caress it, soothe it. I hear footsteps and I can see him sir standing over me. I avert my eyes, not wanting to see the derision in his. I couldn't help it! You guys made me do it! my mind is screaming, but of course, I say nothing.

Mistress reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair. I am lifted by her fist to an awkward half-kneeling position. She turns my face towards Sir and I hear the click of a cell phone camera. I realize with horror that he is holding my cell phone, taking a picture of me in this state! I am hot with shame, horrified that I don't have the strength to object to what he is doing. What horrifies me even more, is in the back of my mind I am beginning to doubt that I want to object.

Mistress pushes my head back to the floor and I limply allow it. She uses my hair as a sponge, mopping up my juices. Abruptly, she lets go of me and stands. I see her foot come into view and she places it next to my head. I guess at what is expected and roll towards her foot and begin to lick it. I hear my cell phone camera again and although I turn red, I ignore it as best I can. At least, until Sir squats down to show me the picture. I flinch as I take it in.

The picture is of me, laying naked in a rather large puddle. I can see the thick collar around my neck, along with the wrist shackles and chain. My hair is matted and wet, I am licking a foot, and worst of all, I have one of my hands between my legs, fingering myself. I had not even realized I was doing that and the moment I saw the photo, I jerked my hand from between my legs.

I slowly pushed myself to a kneeling position, spread my knees, placed my hands in my lap, raised my chin and gazed down at the floor. I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. I don't know what was worse, the fact that he now had a picture of me to send to any of my contacts, or the fact that I was beginning to relish all this.