Almanya Chatroulette - In this hardcore orgy scene!

Almanya Chatroulette learns a valuable lesson. She is now fully clothed, except for the t-shirt which contains a small tube of lube which she only wants for her man. She stands in front of her Master and removes the t-shirt completely, then the neck collar, and finally the collar which has rounded metal rings at both ends. She sits back on her heels, the metal of the t-shirt is cold against her skin, and she stops moving. She has been ordered to keep silent. The black cloth is around her head and it is chilly. As she waits to be whipped, she feels the friction build up in her groin. This is dangerous, she knows. She grits her teeth, takes her clit with her teeth, but she does not move. She is aware that her Master is watching her, through the open window, and she tries to prolong her punishment. She is unaware of any more guards approaching, though she can almost feel them with their backs to her. She remembers the conversation that she had with Sylvia the day she arrived here. They had discussed the possibility of having a female submissive, and while she was under consideration, she had not made the connection between their situation and hers. Now that she has arrived here, it is not just her submissiveness that is at stake. All the other areas of her life are at stake. Being on display, on her knees, helpless, unable to block any further, and with the knowledge that her Master knows everything, she holds her breath.

She feels Sylvia's hand rubbing over her lower abdomen, along the edge of the wave. "This is for you, pet. You are the one who brought this about," Sylvia murmurs. All that is said is "Yes, Mistress." A slight change in the room. She feels the beginning of a tube, lying on her bed. "This will allow us to keep our temperature," Almanya Chatroulette says. "And we will be able to keep our minds off things that might be unpleasant for you." The tube is connected, all at once. She is pushed into a container, onto its sides. She feels hands caressing her body, gently, slowly, in small circles. Their touch, like that of a mind itself, is accompanied by the sensation of a thing falling to the ground, a chair, a chair-like thing, and then from the corners of the adjoining windows she hears Sylvia's soft feminine voice telling her to not move and to remain quiet. There are two things, there is the cold metal, and a warm silvery cushion on the hands of a loving Mistress. Beginning on her stomach, the hands move clockwise around the front, up her spine and down her legs. In the midst of all this, is where notice is made that is is a double pressure. All that moves, is the soft caress of a Mistress, her soft and gentle hand moving on its own accord, moving slowly over her flesh, tracing her spine in small, deft strokes. The place where this third party stops and the spot where that soft, obedient hand leaves a trail is where the light's greatest intensity shines. She was right.

The light shines down from this window, illuminating the elaborate tunnel that moves across the ground floor. The sound of whispered words reaches her ears, even to her dumb mouth. She closes her eyes, pushes her face into her hands, and leans her head back and forth, taking deep breaths. All of these things which she has just felt, were done long ago, were done on a computer, back in the cubicle, with a single hand on her brain. She feels herself growing hotter and wet, as though her fingers are becoming more excited. She had not even come close to cumming until recently, when she stood, realized that she was about to, once more, experience her own hands on woman. She is one of the lucky ones. The others would have collapsed at the sound of the siren's siren. She knows the rest, the inevitable conclusion of the situation, she does not. She keeps her fingers clenched, her head back, lips parted. She cannot hide the fact that she is getting wetter, her lips quivering, her neck aching. The corners of her mouth are drawn quietly, deliberately. She has thought long and hard about this, about her motivations. She has come to the decision that it is time for her first orgasm, and after that she will give up all power to please this stranger. She will submit to whoever finds her, at the expense of her own pleasure. She knows that she will never be truly complete without the permission of her Mistress, but it is the only way she knows to keep her and, perhaps, her dignity..