“Kristen just replied,” I said. Madison rushed over and sat next to me. I opened Kristen’s snap chat. It opened to a close-up of her hand franti...cally rubbing away at her clit. Kristen moaned loudly, and I could tell her body was thrashing around a bit.“She’s coming,” Madison gasped as she realized we were watching Kristen climax.Together we watched as Kristen masturbated through what looked and sounded like an Earth-shattering orgasm. Her fingers flew back and forth across her clit and her. Jim was next, and when he announced his answer, Mrs. Gibson gave us a big dirty grin, crossed her hands at her waist, pulled her sweater out of her skirt, and lifted it. Her bra came into view. She pulled the sweater over her head, and dropped it on her desk. We all went bug-eyed staring at her white bra with lace along the top of the cups. Her tits were hanging out at the top and sides. She stood erect with her hands on her hips, with a big smile on her face. I'm sure all nine of us were. None of them ever spoke and she wondered if they were dumb. The eunuchs controlled all that went on and were ever watchful. In the first few weeks, Laura was whipped only once more, for trying to masturbate. After that she just sank into a somnolent depressed half life.Then, suddenly, there was a flurry of activity in the early evening. Laura was bundled off into the bath, shaved for the second time that day and dried thoroughly by three of the servant girls."You are lucky," said the Chief. The dove holding me gives me a firm push onto a couch in a back room and removes the mask it was wearing,setting it aside the male dove looks me over then walks away and returns with bondage gear.My cheeks pinken as he starts to put various pieces on me a tight fitting collar is clipped on first,then a blindfold is secured over my mask,my breathing quickens a little as his hands slide down the front of my dress and nipple clamps are attached,after a brief pause where he rubs my left hip to keep.