Carter’s cock is faltering, so I run a nail across it again, and tickle the underside just a little bit. He has not been allowed to cum in some mont...s, and my gentle ministrations cause him to inflate just a bit, and so I swing the cane again, landing hard, and Carter bursts into loud sobbing. What a disappointment!?I’m (sob) sorry Miss Petra.? Carter says, blubbering miserably as his cock hangs low. ?I-I didn’t, mean to be such a (sob) wimp.?I shake my head understandingly. ?Of course, but you. I looked up and there, standing in the doorway, was mother!I was totally mortified! How long had she been watching me? Had she seen me kissing the tip of her lipstick? Would she be angry with me for sneaking into her bedroom and dressing up in her clothes? For wearing her lipstick? Did she know I jerked off? What would she do? Would she punish me? Humiliate me? Take me by the ear and parade me before the neighbors? Tell Margie? Tell all my friends?Larger than life in sky-high heels, heavy. Anyone could come over to us and do anything - we were completelyhelpless in our chains. I started to sob uncontrollably."Princess," Heather softly called over, "don't worry. No one will touchus without the Mistresses present. See Bobby-boy over there mindingus." I look horrible. I hate looking so awful. It's so ugly!" I complained."And what about that sign thing above us?"Heather actually giggled, "Hunny bunny, you don't look any worse than Ido! How we look is part of the punishment, if you. Shweta came in my bedroom and shut the door behind her. She tried comforting me and was making me understand that we both knew the risks of how this was going to end. I started crying like a little baby.Shweta took me into an embrace and hugged me. She was caressing me on the head gently and I ceased to cry slowly. After wiping my eyes, my lust for Shweta reawakened. As I was in a bad place, I went ahead and kissed Shweta passionately without thinking of the consequences. Shweta knew that this.