Humiliating incident that resulted in an Instagram photo

Note: Jenna Ortega's sexual master and patron will be referred to as "Mr. B." This is how Jenna refers to him and even though the other individual in this incident referred to him by his actual name, we will limit ourselves to that moniker.

It was not unusual for Mr. B to send Jenna to his friends and associates. This sort of thing happened all the time. So when he told her he was sending her to his visit his associate Bennett, she thought nothing of it. It was his wish and she obeyed.

She arrived at Bennett's Beverly Hills house, as planned, on a Wednesday evening, rang the buzzer and was let in. She wore a tight black dress and a black choker. She often wore a black choker in these instances. It gave of the impression of a collar and the appearance that she was there to be submissive and obedient, which of course, was true.

"Hi. I'm Jenna" she said with a bouncy exited tone when he answered the door.

"No shit." he said. Some of Mr. B's friends were nice to her. She could tell this was not going to be one of them.

He brought her into the house and offered her a drink which she accepted, a glass of whisky and ice, no mixer. He told her to drink it fast and drink it all, which she did. Then he poured her another one.

"I want you to dress for me." Bennett said, holding up a bag.

Jenna smirked. The booze was already going to her head. "Most men prefer me to undress for them."

"I don't give a fuck." Bennett said. "Mr. B is already giving me enough bullshit. You're here to just say 'yes sir,' understand?"

"Yes sir." Jenna answered. She could tell something was wrong, but Mr. B hadn't told her to expect anything unusual from this encounter.

She took the bag and per Bennett's instructions went to the bathroom to change. There was a fairly simple white negligee in the bag. A bit see-through but nothing too strange. Beneath it was some contraption of hooks and straps that she couldn't quite make out. After stripping out of her dress and putting on the negligee she tried to figure out the other item but couldn't. She had **** but to bring it out to Bennett and ask for his help, hoping he wouldn't be mad.

To her relief, he wasn't.

"I didn't think you'd figure it out." He smiled, grabbing it from her. "I'd rather put it on you myself anyway. Getting it on was not a pleasant or painless experience.

File Image: an item very similar to what Jenna wore that evening.

It was a multi-hooked mouth and nose gag. And suddenly Jenna found herself dealing with a contorted face, jaw propped open, nostrils pulled up. At first she thought it might allow her some amount of movement. But it did not. Her face was stuck in the position it was stuck.

Jenna's heart began to race.

"Did you know Mr. B told me I wasn't allowed to penetrate you tonight? Did you know that?" Bennett said.

Jenna didn't know that. Usually Mr. B didn't mind his friends doing whatever they wanted to her. She didn't know why it was different this time and tried to say as much, but could only make a hideous noise. She realized she couldn't even come close to speaking.

And yet as Bennett approached it was clear he planned on doing something. His hand slid between Jenna's thighs, but outside the frilly white panties that were part of her outfit. His fingers quickly found the crease of her slit and started to press it.

"Does this count as penetrating you?" He asked.

Jenna made a noise.

He pushed his fingers in deeper. Her panties were getting quite wet. "How about this?"

Jenna made a noise again. The sensation felt amazing.

"Am I penetrating you or are your panties penetrating you?"

Jenna made another noise, this time trying a new tact to speak that only resulted in her tongue flopping out of her mouth.

"Even if this did count. Would I get in trouble or would you?" Bennett asked.

Another noise from Jenna, who was quickly realizing that it was almost impossible pulling her tongue back into her mouth. Drool began to pour everywhere.

"What would he do to you?" Bennett was absolutely delighted by what was happening. "Would he hit you? Would he **** you? Would he piss on you?"

Another wet, gurgling noise by Jenna.

"If any of that is true, make a dumb cunt sound."

Another noise by Jenna. Her mind raced. Her vision was cloudy. Desperation engulfed her entire body.

Bennett pulled his finger back. "Then I guess I won't penetrate you. I don't want a sweet girl like you to get in trouble."

Jenna made the loudest noise she could. Drool was all over her body now.

"Okay, fine." Bennett said, reaching over and undoing the contraption on her head.

Jenna panted heavily, falling to her knees. "Please fuck me." In the moment she didn't care what became of her.

"No" Bennett said.

"Please fuck me." Jenna insisted. Of course, making demands was a bad idea.

"Absolutely not." Bennett repeated. "I'm going to tell Mr. B that you said that."

Jenna was at the peak of desperation. She fell to the floor not knowing what to do. She lay there, panting heavily and watching as Bennett pulled out his cock and jerked off onto her. Then he sent her on her way, out into the night in the negligee.

A day later she had to meet with Mr. B. She expected it would not go well. The thing about Mr. B was, even when he was angry, he was calm.

"Hello dear." He greeted her.

"Hello Sir." She greeted him.

He said very little at first. Took a deep breath and then finally spoke. "Do you still have the outfit? The one you wore for Mr. Bennett?"

Jenna nodded. It was a pretty cute negligee, and she figured there'd be no harm in keeping it.

"Good." Mr. B said. "I want you to go home right now and put it on. Then I want you to take a picture of yourself and post it online for everyone to see. Understand?"

Jenna nodded, unsure what it would mean for her image.

"I want everyone to see how you looked when you decided your pleasure was more important than your obedience to me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. If the next time you do such a thing you're naked, I will have you post a picture of yourself naked. If you've got a cock in your ass I will have you post a picture like that. I will not hesitate to turn you into an OnlyFans slut. Understand?"

"Yes."

Jenna knew that he kept asking if she understood because in times of horniness (which included any time she was in his presence) she could be a real mush-brained slut. She went home. Cleared her mind. And took her picture.

File Image: The resulting picture.