I put my hand onto my pussy
I got undressed in front of a big mirror and looked at myself, touched my boobs, turned with my ass back to the mirror, slid my breech apart, set the chair against the mirror, sat on it moved my legs wide apart and touched my slit. It was a kind of mute hysteria – sometimes I squealed in a whisper until pain in my throat. I dressed my chest with the elastic bandage – below and above my breasts. It became bigger from the tight bandage, the nipples swelled, became red and stuck out. I touched my nipples and imagined how I would undress in front of a man, how embarrassed I’m gonna be and so on. Then I imagined myself as a serf peasant – as if I were undressed in front of everybody and then all the men were allowed to touch me wherever they wanted and then they flogged me. Lower in by belly I felt huge tension like a will to pee, I put my hand onto my pussy, pressed my hips against each other and fell on the bed, moaning of pleasure…