..five...six...seven...eight... She was losing track of time. Her mind told her it only felt longer than it was, with those bitting shoes and the asph...xiating ball, and the blindfold that left her in the dark. Her legs began to shake. She could not stop the shaking. How dare she think about sitting down. She would not sit. Could not sit. Her body screamed at her to sit down where she was, but her mind forbid her. She knew had she sat down, she would not be able to stand in time, before He. I stare long and hard at her swollen pink pussy, just able to make out her clit nestled between. I tell her to stand up and turn around to face me. For the first time I get a forward view of my whore. Her tits are perfect. A fuller B cup, pert as a teen girls. Her pale pink nipples all puffy and erect. The skin noticeably lighter than the rest of her tanned body. Her flat stomach leads my eyes down to her completely shaven pussy. Perfectly smooth and delicious looking. What strikes me most is. We're almost over the hump. This account and another we're courting will make us pretty secure, so we're putting all we have into it."I think calling her 'honey' did the trick. I got a really strong kiss, followed by another. I finally had to break it off."Damn, you know how hard it's going to be working tomorrow thinking about these kisses? If I blow this account, I'm making you support me."She giggled prettily."You'll do fine. If you think those were great, wait 'til I bring out the A game.". As I got ready for dinner I checked my iPhone, for messages. Then I had a brainwave. With a bit of luck I could video the whole punishment, this was getting better and better.I made sure I got the seat at the dining table with a direct view of the punishment stool and coffee table. As long as nothing had changed there I was sure to get a good recording.I set up my phone’s camera in preparation and put the phone face down on the table, hoping it would not be too obvious. Soon after dinner was.