“Yes, pet. What is it?” Jamie who has been my Master for about a little over a year looks down at me, a soft smile on his lips. I bite my lip soft...y knowing I had done wrong, but I know it is more wrong not to say anything. I take a deep breath before starting, unsure if I should look at him, or away. I take the chance and look back into his eyes. “Master, I have something I need to confess. I need to get it off my chest.” “Oh, and what is that?” His smile slowly fades but he didn't look. She opened the door to the main bedroom and then paused, her cunt now oozing in readiness for the pleasure to come. She turned and gave Dean a stern look, and then led him further along the corridor to door at the far end. She stopped at the door and smiled wickedly down at him."Sniff my cunt. I want you to have my scent in your lungs when you see where your destiny lies." She smirked with pleasure as Dean eagerly pressed his nose to the bulging slit in her warm damp panties; his cock bobbing. She turned to fuss with her hair in the mirror... Breathing deeply trying to pull herself together... too nervous to make the first move yet too interested to shake this feeling. Her heart skipped a beat when he slid his hands around her hips. “I have a few ideas” He said. She thought to herself "Did he really just.. He wants....wait..really?!?". Trying to not seem like a deer in headlights she looked at him in the mirror, “you naughty boy. We've only just met.” She turned to him and said “I. Once it was glistening with cum, I reached around and forced it into my ass. Having paved the way with the dildo, the plug slid in easily, although it was still uncomfortable to leave there. I reached for the ball gag. “This will stop me from talking without permission…” I smiled. “So I’ll just say now that I hope you’ve enjoyed my video!” I put the ball in my mouth and tightened the straps around the back of my head. Feeling it, I suddenly remembered I was wearing a wig, and took care not to.