Ms. Valence’s hand drifts lower, tracing the seam where the latex encases my throat, then down over the molded shelf of my breast. Her fingers find my nipple, a hard nub pressed against the shiny material. She pinches, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger.

A spark of pure, bright sensation jolts through me. My muscles clench around the toy.

BZZZT.

The electric shock is a violent, perfect counterpoint to the pinch. My jaw goes slack for a second, a muffled cry vibrating against Mr. Thorne. I suck in a ragged breath through my nostrils, my eyes watering.

“Gratitude …” 

Mistress voice cuts through the haze. She hasn’t moved from her chair. I can see her reflection too, holding the remote like a queen holds a scepter.

“I am… grateful for the correction,” I pant “It… it focuses my service.” And it does. 

There is only the sensation, the taste, the need to please.

The man thrusts  his hips pushing forward. As he moans softly 

The brunettes palms both my latex-covered breasts, squeezing, kneading them through the tight membrane. it sends waves of heat pooling low in my belly. The toy vibrates in response, a soft, teasing pulse that makes my thighs tremble.

She drags her nails down the center of my torso, over the smooth panel sealing my sex. I jerk, a full-body shudder.

BZZZT.

“Ah! I am grateful!” I cry out, the shock arcing through my core, tightening everything. My own wetness increasing with every breath.

“Good girl,” Mistress said . “Continue to please my guest.”

I redouble my efforts, taking him deeper, using my tongue in the ways Mistress taught. The man’s breathing grows ragged. His hands clench tighter in my hair.

The woman moved behind me. The cool air of the room hits the exposed circle of my rear, making me flinch. Then her touch is there, not tentative, but proprietary. A single finger traces my tight, vulnerable soft wet lips