Mistress Denise cocked her head. “Oh,” she said slowly, “it’s one girl.”
I continued to stare up at her. That was intentional, but it was sort of an accident that I took that picture in the first place. It even started out with an accident. “What have you been building up to every time you got hit there?” she asked, looking me in the eyes. “Then who is it, little slut?” she said very firmly with her face right up in mine. If there is something major with too many outsiders, you may beg to be allowed clothing.” She smiled. I got all dressed up one morning and stood in front of the full-length mirror on my bedroom wall with my phone in my hand. Understood?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I said. It was an accident. I think I even bowed my body slightly forward so it would hit more exactly on my clit. It even started out with an accident. Sure enough, Denise came strutting by in all her naked glory.