Everytime I did that she told me to increase the speed and everytime I wrote an 'X' into the chat but she just replied with 'Good' as if she loves me ...eing in pain. That went on for about half an hour. It was like being ****d but I followed her orders. After a while she let me off of that dildo and I was allowed me to masturbate while she kept on storytelling. I was ofc not allowed to cum or get even close to that. The story went like this: "I am on my knees jerking off while she stands in. “Mmmm, I hadn’t thought of that.”I was still watching from my vantage point and had a huge hard-on in my trousers. I decided it was time to make my presence known, so I walked over to them.“Hi my love. I see you have made a friend?”“Oh, hi. Yes, this is Darren... Darren meet Phil."Darren reached out with his right hand and shook mine while his left hand remained fondling Helene’s breast. Helene passed me my drink and then continued to play with Darren’s chest. I didn’t mind but felt a bit left. And all I could think of was The Charge of the Light Brigade.You know! "Half a league, half a league, half a league onward," and "Cannons to the right of them, cannons to the left of them, volleyed and thundered," and especially "Into the valley of death rode the six hundred."I was a vision of barbaric nobility. My mousy brown locks had been cropped, bleached a golden blond, striped with bright crimson dye(school colors, get it?) and the whole ensemble moussed to stand up in a crazy crest.I. And it continued to stimulate me as I tried on the unfamiliar items - whatElse could I do but obey, at least for the moment? This woman had already demonstrated her power over me - If she could make me look like this, what else could she do? Bras, panties, stockings, camisoles, teddies, bustiers and more, in all colors and fabrics - I donned them all, one after another, accompanied by a stream of instruction and commentary:"Make sure you get the stockings straight, my girls must look neat -.