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Me with Freddie. The inept dominatrix and her borrowed slave. My expression in the photo looked like someone had forced me to handle a highly poisonous snake instead of Freddie's leash. The second picture was more of the same. I lifted my bottle of Veen in a salute, sensing that Dylan Kehoe had strategically placed everything in the room to produce a certain psychological impact on me.
I noted the point of first set of images readily enough. I wasn't cut out to be a domme. Tell me something I don't know. I guessed what was on the other side of the horseshoe, but I didn't immediately turn to look at the selected shots. I went print by print in the order he had placed them. The last picture would undoubtedly be one of my surrender, my orgasm stamped on my face.
Unexpected shots at the bar greeted me at the midpoint. Jake held my head back, his hand wrapped in my hair. Even with the low light, I could see the hard poke of my nipples against the corset's tight fabric. More than that, I saw my expression. I had completely surrendered by the time Wells had taken the picture, I just hadn't known it at the time. The last ten images had my body temperature rising as I grew damp between my legs. The set started with Jake removing my corset, followed by his caress of each breast before he placed the nipple clamps, moved on to the first slap of the wand against my thighs and then the glazed look in my eyes before he was even half finished heating my flesh.