I felt the cold chill of the ice cubes as it pressed against my folds, my instinct was to close my legs, but that would lead to punishment, and my ass was already red from lashings. Our mistress Diana watched alongside my owner in amusement as I ached over the cube, letting out desperate little moans as I plopped the ice cube back into the cocktail glass, presenting it on a tray for my masters like the good little fuck doll maid I am đ. Our latex slave, known as 24, was cooking in the kitchen as we waited. He had been in a cock cage for 2 weeks, with the promise that if he behaved, I could pleasure him like the eager cum whore I am đ€€.
I glance up at my mistress, locking into her beautiful eyes for a moment before I swiftly looked away. Too late, as I was soon given out to and dragged over her knee to be caned! Eye contact was forbidden this eveningđŹ. It was tough not to look into my mistressâs eyes as I painted her nails or licked her feet like a good slave. That is my place after all. Serving my masters as the their personal fuckdoll.