My....ass."Is this real? Is that girl me??" I begged."Don't worry Tits, I'll have you all sorted out soon enough." His handsmassaged my ass cheeks, g...ntly spreading them. His finger circled myentrance, tracing the virgin flesh. I was more disturbed by the fact thatwe both thought Tits was a great name for....me, than what he was actuallydoing to my ass."Do you like the outfit I picked for you? I know it isn't much of one, butsometimes less really is so much more. Look at this" he said as he. Then in the next few days I started sending instructions by email. For example: “This morning at 10:45 you’ll pretend to drop a pencil behind your desk. When you get down to look for it I want you to put your hand between your legs and rub yourself for at least 30 seconds. Use the camera to document it.” And when I’d get back to my room in the late afternoon the pictures would be in my email. On the occasion mentioned above there was only a single shot, apparently taken from under her desk. It. I undressed and slowly pulled the panties upward… As I stood there wearing the panties I looked into the mirror, my little penis got hard as I stared at my self in the mirror. The panties were a silky yellow nylon, and they felt incredible. I started touching my cock through the silk and I felt a strange sensation. I lay down on the bed and kept touching myself; a weird feeling was coming over me. I had never felt this way before, as I touched myself, I thought that I might pee myself. I didn’t. "“But sometimes I want to be a bad girl. Mama never let me be a bad girl. She’d beat me and starve me.” Zak leaned away, staring down at her, face blank. What was she getting at? “I’d never do that to you.” “But I like when you spank me.” Zak shook his head. “I don’t want you to purposely act out so that I can punish you, Alluna. You must never knowingly put yourself in danger. If you like being spanked, then we can make a game of it. Talk about it beforehand, have safe words until I learn how.