Your brief outing turned out to be even more interesting than I imagined. Watching the live feed, I was surprised that you didn't try to escape or resist at all. You looked clearly ashamed and reluctant when you installed the cameras. The feed from each camera began with you lowering your eyes or looking away, like you didn't want to look at it once you'd seen that it's in place. During the gang bang, however, I could see you looking up at the cameras from time to time. You still looked ashamed, but you're also clearly aroused, and it's like you're wondering how you looked to the audience. Josephine was enjoying your performance, pleased that her suggestion had turned out to be a success. "So did you have fun, darling?" she asked giggling when your escorts dragged dragged you back into our dungeon by your hair. They must have been toying with you on the way back. Your tee shirt was pushed up above your tits, which are reddened by rough hangling and slapping, as is your ass. However, your nipples are clearly erect, and your bald pussy is glistening with wetness. I wonder if it's because the guys have been playing with it, or maybe you just got wet from all the rough treatment and the humiliating things they said to you.

"I'm asking you a question, slut!" Josephine hisses with feined anger, "and did we give you permission to shower, huh?" She's clearly goading you, but it doesn't look like an outburst is coming. Maybe you're just so ashamed of what you did--or maybe you're turning into a submissive vampire whore much faster than we expected? Josephine continues to scold you and manhandle you. She presses your face against the floor while two vamps tie your wrists and elbows behind your back. Next, your ankles are tied by ropes hanging down from two pulleys in the ceiling, and the ropes are pulled up until you're hanging upside down with your feet wide apart. Then, as if this isn't uncomfortable enough for you, we attach clamps to each of your nipples and tie the clamps to two D-rings on the floor with strings so you won't swing back and forth. We stand back to enjoy the sight you present, with Josephine teasing you that next time the clamps will be replaced by fish hooks. Josephine and I each pick up a flogger, and as she runs her flogger along your inner thighs teasingly, she tells you to guess where it is going to hit, given that you've playing with your pussy without permission. "Oh, and don't forget to count and thank me for each stroke I give you, slut!" She says. I, on the other hand, have my eyes fixed on the delicate underside of your tits that your position presents, and I plan to flog you until you struggle hard enough to rip those clamps off your nipples.