One of the guests. The stunning brunette ordered me over. “Kneel here.” She said. 

I obeyed, shuffling on my knees across the mirrored floor  to her side. The reflections multiplied, showing me from a dozen angles. She reached out, her fingers deftly unbuttoning the high collar of my dress, then the front placket. The cool air of the sitting room kissed my exposed skin. She peeled the uniform open, revealing my breasts that felt heavy, sensitive, the nipples tightening instantly.

“Lovely,” she purred, and her hand closed over one, her thumb circling the peak. A moan tried to escape my throat. I choked it back, focusing on the floor, on my own wide eyes staring back from below.

BZZZT

The shock came, not from a spill, but from the sharp, delicious clench of my own muscles as she pinched my nipple. I jerked, a full-body spasm.

“Gratitude” … Mistress Psyche prompted 

“I… I am grateful for the correction,” I panted, the echoes of the vibration still rippling through me. “It… it heightens the sensation.” And it did. The pain was a bright line that fused with the pleasure, making every touch feel magnified, electric.

A male guest  moved behind me. I felt his presence, then his hands on my hips, pulling me back until I was resting against his legs. 

His fingers traced the line of my spine through the dress.His hand slipped under my skirt, palming the curve of my rear. I could see it all in the mirror—his large hand on the white lace of my underwear, my own expression of stunned arousal.

He found the dampness soaking through the lace . The toy, pressed against my most sensitive spot from within, seemed to pulse in time with my heartbeat. He hooked his fingers in the fabric and pulled it aside. The cool air on my exposed flesh was a shock in itself. Then his finger was there, tracing my wet  folds, circling the tight, lips and slipping back to live my the sensitive ring between the cheeks of my ass