How easily she accepts my direction to divest herself of her clothing, so soon after we have begun. Watching her rise awkwardly onto her feet, and limp over to the window without any sign of hesitation, I presume such humiliations have been experienced by her before.<br/><br/>Silently reaching for the burner phone as she turns her back on me, I begin to record a video of her movements from the neck down; holding the camera unwaveringly as she slowly performs her striptease to the unseen eyes below.<br/><br/>Nothing is left to the imagination, as I patiently document each moment of her striptease that speaks best of her performance—zooming in where appropriate to capture the story in image form:<br/><br/>* The steady hands that eagerly unbuttonher blouse, exposing hard, excited nipples just begging to be touched.<br/><br/>* The tanned, naked skin with goosebumps rising forth as it is exposed to the frigid air-conditioning, that mixes with the heat of the low hanging sun through the glazed window.<br/><br/>* The skirt falling down hosed legs, to land crumpled onto the floor, around the most sluttish of fetish heels.<br/><br/>* The increased breathing coming from parted lips, as each material is removed.<br/><br/>* And the glistening wetness of her shaved folds, which spoke eloquently of her present state, as small droplets began to form and flow down the thighs.<br/><br/>Smiling in satisfaction, I held the camera up just long enough for her to glance my way as she posed, so she realised what I had been doing, before ending the recording there.<br/><br/>Leaving Jaclyn to maintain her pose, I reached over to the table to pluck the plug from the table and work it into my wet, tight pussy, before snatching the piece of paper that had been under the phone, and approach her; finally breaking the silence.<br/><br/><strong>“Without consequence, there is no risk,”</strong>I whisper, moving close enough so that I can trace my nail along her exposed behind, and up her spine.<strong>“And punishments when a task is not completed can be difficult, when one knows it may be seen as too much of a reward for the submissive, and prompt them to further failures.”</strong><br/><br/>Moving in front of her, my fingers continue to trace the sensitive skin as my eyes drink in her form, making note of every contour and curve, before finally rising up to meet her gaze.<br/><br/><strong>“I asked that you edge yourself without release, and then come here wearing those panties. You failed to do so.”</strong>There was no anger or disappointment in my tone as I declared this, but rather a simple stating of the facts that could not be denied by either party.<strong>“And so, before we continue, those two failures must be addressed.”</strong><br/><br/>Reaching out, I placed the paper and phone in her hand meaningfully, before dropping my arms so that mine rested on the curve of her hips.<br/><br/><strong>“The piece of paper contains a list of several numbers,”</strong>I informed her gently.<strong>“The only information I will give you about them is that you will most likely come into contact with each of them during tonight’s session. You are going to select two of them to send the video I just recorded, along with an appropriate message of your choosing. Once it is begun, we will then carry on.”</strong><br/>