I pushed my fingers through the soft, fine reddish hair that sparsely covered my mons but hid nothing and the tingles that I’d felt with Matt began ...to return. I spread my legs just a bit as my fingers ran over the folds of my sex. The feeling was so... amplified. I’d touched myself down there a thousand times but it had never felt like this! I pushed the sheets and blankets off with my feet and cool spring air drifted over my body. I continued to let my fingers explore the unexplored. I spread. “Listen Kaamini. This is not a shoot where you have to show what you are not to someone. This is not a shoot where you have to gain any applause from someone. This is not a shoot to show yourself as the best model in the world. This is infact nothing to do with modeling. This is about YOU and only about YOU. This is not to prove anything to anyone. Imagine you are only yourself in the world. No one to judge you, your thoughts or your actions. How do you behave then? That’s YOU. The inner. The mistresses took me to the dungeon and had the maid strip me. I was tied to the ceiling and with a gag in my mouth was whipped and caned by Mistress Helene while my Lady enjoyed the show. Ginger (the maid) was stroking my cock and squeezing my balls extremely hard all the while I was being whipped. When the gag was removed I thanked Mistress Helene and promised to behave. I was told that I would have to put on a show with Ginger to make amends and please the Mistresses. Ginger, knowing the. She started off making small adjustments to my breasts, a little bigger.The dress seemed to fit a little tighter. Then she stretched them out toan exaggerated degree. Still believable on a girl, but the dress felt likeit was about to rip. The new sudden weight on my back made me want totopple over, though I clearly couldn't move. Then she made them about athousand percent bigger.I can see how it would be sort of funny. I could literally see my nowrather disproportionate cleavage extending out.