I quickly stopped what I was doing, and I know my face was beet red. She didn’t say a word. She just looked at me and motioned for me to come here.... I walked over to her she grabbed my hand and started sucking on the fingers that I had been using to finger myself. She slowly would go from one finger to the other. She then reached down and started to take my shirt off, then my shorts. I was now standing in front of her completely naked. I still couldn’t comprehend what was going on, but I liked. My social brain thrives on inversion. Sarcasm, irony, double meanings and multiple entendres.“Well,” I say, “I hear you. On the other hand, an abrupt turn off wouldn’t exactly go amiss in this situation.”“Are you saying that we’re unmanageably arousing?” Emily flirts.“Yeah, I suppose I am.” I smile at her. The room is quiet for a moment, but for the falling water. She moans loudly as she keeps fucking herself. There is something I love about looking down at a girl from above while she blows me,. I sat smiling, wondering what other antics she was about to pull, when she suddenly lifted her loose skirt up to her waist. The weight of the week, and more explicitly my lack of sexual attention during that time, suddenly hung heavily upon me as I gazed upon her cream-coloured stockings and garters.Licking lips, I had to continue with our present mood and at least attempt to be witty. "Is that where my money went?"She moved her shapely legs about in animated poses and ignored my feeble jest.. I am not allowed to speak but to concisely answer such questions. Of course, there will be no kind of stop word or anything like that. This is a real punishment, not kinky play. Upon arrival, right on the hall, I am ordered to strip down from crown to toes, including any jewelry or accessories, and throw it all into a box on the floor. The slightest doubt or resistance are immediately treated with brutal blows to the face and lashes of a belt.As soon as I am naked like just born, I have my.