It was easy, in that moment, to consider this stranger in the mirror, thisprettied-up girl that Melinda was treating like a doll, as a separateentity....As just some girl I was rude enough to stare at. And stare I did,slack-jawed, on the verge of either breaking down into tears or insanegiggles. It was so hard to believe that it was me in the mirror, but Ifelt the constriction of breath, not painful but just enough to know I waswearing the same tight garment. I felt the weight on my chest that. His Mistress forbade him to cum for two months even though she and others, at her bidding, constantly kept him aroused by playing with his cock, balls and nipples. Finally, the poor wretch could not stand it and chose to cum without permission, only to suffer worse punishment. In Ruth's mind, the punishment was surely not worth the brief moment of pleasure that his orgasm provided.Slaves were not permitted to talk to any one except the Mistresses and Masters, and then only by asking and. So perhaps the teasing I got when the kids first saw my bruisedface was understandable and deserved (perhaps) to some extent."Frankenface" and "the mummy" which a lot of the kids had called me werenow however just lingering memories. In fact, even the dream princesseswere usually leaving me in peace, although Donna was still being a bitchat times. After the initial surprise factor wore off I was allowed toreturn to be being simple old Stephanie and I much preferred it that way.Mum had had to go. He licked it off ofhis fingers and continued to clean all of my cum off my chest and belly. He then leaned down and licked the cum off my face and kissed me. It wasa long, loving, gentle kiss and I wrapped my entire body around him andsqueezed him tight.When he finally pulled his cock out of my pussy, I felt completely emptyand wanted him back inside me. I couldn't get enough of this amazingman. I realized that I was still completely dressed. I stood up andtook off my dress and Derrick.