.it was uncomfortable,but not screaming agony. The tendons in my ankles had begun to stretch. Thecorset too, seemed slightly easier to bare. Despite t...e discomfort Icouldnt help admiring myself in the mirror...a part of me loved the way theheels altered my posture, forcing my back to arch and my butt to protrude.I came home from work some five days after this stage of my training hadbegun and noticed the cameras immediately. In every room...kitchen,bathroom, toilet. Tiny webcams covered every. Then asked if I wondered a go so I got between her legs & shove my cock in her, put my hand on her shaved mound to feel her, told her she was a dirty old slag having her cunt shaved I then started to shag her he was watching, he then started to take pictures of me fucking the old bitch, This turned me on & it wasn’t long till I shot my load up her, I pulled out & there he was taking pictures of my spunk round out of her cunt hole, I wipe my cock on her mound it felt nice & smooth, He was. I can feel my release between my legs and while I try to keep still until he gives me permission to move I know that I'm sensitive and I will cum again if he doesn’t allow me to move. My whole body has released in this orgasm except my sex. I am still tight in my thighs and ass. I'm holding so tightly to the rim of the tub and I can feel the water tease me further. The pulse consistent and pressing on my swollen clit. I look up and him and the only words that come out, "Sir, please" and with. I blamed the stress at work, which was huge, so went on to quit my job and got another one easily because I was so damn good and had no problem getting hired easily. But that did not solve my problem. As time went by, my phobia got deeper and my panic attacks got more intense. I also felt like doctors were experimenting treatments on me since nothing seemed to get me better. In the meantime I lost about 40 pounds in weight and while I can say it's not such a bad thing since I was quite chubby,.