Celia wasn't sure what to expect. She had hoped for a word of comfort but not really expected it. She had expected a telling off and more beating. But silence? That was cruel. She whimpered softly as the clamps gripped her sensitive lower lips. The pain was bearable, though. In fact the feeling of Mistress' teeth grazing her labia was actually more pleasant that painful, and she moaned delicately. "Mmmm!" She closed her eyes, then opened them when Mistress stood up. "Mistress?"<br/><br/>Still no answer. The skirt landed right on her face. She almost reacted, almost moved it, but no! Mistress dropped it there so Celia wouldn't be aboe to see. The material was warm with the scent of Mistress' damp excitement and Celia breathed deeply.<br/><br/>She paid no attention to the clicks. No doubt something Mistress was putting together. Instead she wallowed in her own misery.<br/><br/><em>Why isn't she talking? Is she that disappointed in me that she won't say anything to me at all? Stupid girl, of course she is. She probably hates you right now. You failed her totally, just like you fail at everything else you do! I do not! Name one thing you've succeeded at? I passed my exams, I became a teacher! Puh. A teacher when you could have been so much more!</em><br/><br/>She felt mistress lift her legs and did her best to help, moving her arms above her head to give her belly muscles more room to move, lifting her legs higher.<br/><br/>The monster strap-on touched her. She had no idea what it was of course, but she felt it's girth.<em>Oh my god! That's never going to fit inside me!</em>The other voice concurred in silence.