"I know," the mistress smirked menacingly. "You are to pleasure yourself, but to prove your loyalty to me, you are not allowed to reach orgasm."
"Thank you, mistress," Motoko replied. The arch in her back disappeared as she sat up again, her brand new gigantic boobs drooping as expected for a pair so big. Parting her legs, her hand dipped down and her fingers plunged into her pussy. Through it, her face never lost her fierce, enraged glare and scowl, even while her mistress placed the camera squarely on her and hit record.
"Tell us who you are," the mistress ordered.
"Major Motoko Kusanagi, squad leader of Public Security Section 9," she prattled off. A grunt contorted her face when her finger prodded her G-spot.
"Really? You don't look like any major I've ever seen," the mistress taunted.
"I have learned my true purpose under the heel of my mistress, Lady Annabelle, and she has decided to give me the slutty body I deserve."
"And what are you doing now, slut?"
Motoko's nose scrunched in anger. The bitch knew what she was doing, but there was an obvious pleasure in making the major say it aloud, into a camera, for god knows what reason. She moaned as she pinched her own nipple, and slumped over a wave of pleasure.
"I am proving how lowly and pathetic I truly am for my mistress," she answered.
"It doesn't look like it from here. It looks like you're only satisfying yourself."
"I am, but my mistress has ordered me to resist my slut instincts and deny myself the right to orgasm. It is the greatest honor of my pathetic existence to prove myself as a groveling puppet to my mistress' demands."
Mon Jan 27 17:24:28 2014