All my enjoyment and ecstasy of the night vanished and to my surprise a fear came out of blue. I forgot the total last night. This time I shook her he...vily. She didn’t move. But soon my fear came back. Finally I got an idea. I brought some water and splashed them on her face and shook her. This time she slowly moved. Again I shook her. She slowly opened her eyes. She got up. She was looking as if she came from a different world. I asked her with great concern and worry what happened? Why she. Let it sit up next to your tiny caged excuse for a clit. Stoke it & beg out loud to be allowed to suck it…” Master knows how I need to be degraded and teased about my tiny thingy and begging out loud only made me feel so dirtyAgain a short time later he granted me permission to start sucking on it dreaming it was his manly cock in my mouth, my caged thingy was straining in its cage as I worked the cock in and out of my mouth, my exposed sissy ass in the air. Whilst taking breath I was to beg to. Right?Right!The only problem left was how to turn all this to my advantage - how to play it. I mean I'm not Laurence Oliver, and I couldn't be expected to engage in any deep method acting. I had to keep it simple, whilst at the same time making her see she couldn't just stop what she started, as if nothing had happened. After all it was only natural I wanted to mount her ... wasn't it?Having come up with the outlines of a plan I invested another couple of days in thinking through how best to. ? The wide-eyed naked shock photo, immediately post-orgasm, would make an excellent finale. ?I let her button her blouse and put her shoes and jacket on, to complete the set.? This finished off the roll.? I told her to imagine how all this would look in reverse, as I took the jacket and shoes back. She flushed right down to her chest, gritted her teeth. After the hot photos, I wanted her again. And I knew just how. "Good, now unbutton the blouse, let it hang open. Slide the panties back.