Talk to her again

"So Vanessa, tell me about your sorority initiation. What were you supposed to steal to prove you'd been here?"

"Nothing. I didn't steal anything."

"Then how were you going to prove anything?" You touch her ass with the riding crop and she quivers in trepidation.

"I took a picture. I took a picture and sent it to them. I didn't steal anything. I took a selfie. It's on my phone. Please don't hit me again," she pleads.

"Show me," you demand, picking up her phone. She reluctantly gives you the password and you easily find the photo of herself at Jim Gavin's desk, holding the expensive bourbon. Looking at her messages you find that she had sent it to four women.

"That's the best you can do?" you say, and use her phone to take a picture of her bound and helpless. "Your sorority sisters would be much more impressed by this one. What do you think Vanessa?"

She looks at you with angry, fearful eyes but doesn't answer. You shrug at her silence. "Let's see what they think. I'll just forward this to the same four women you sent the last picture to."

"NO! Please don't do that! Please!"

"Give me a good reason not to," you smile cruelly. "What are you going to do for me to make it worth my while not to send it?"

"Oh God, why are you being so mean? I didn't hurt anything. Please don't send it!"

"You don't listen well, Vanessa. You need to give me a reason not to send it, not just more whining."

"What do you want? Please don't send it. What do you want?"

"That's more like it, Vanessa. Much more like it," you say as you stroke her tender rump. She quivers, flinching away from you.

"Don't hurt me! I can't take any more of being whipped. Please!" You smile at her upturned face and caress her ass, sliding your hand between her thighs. "Oh God, don't **** me! Please, I'm begging you, please don't! Please!"

"Don't sent pictures, don't whip you, don't fuck you. You have a lot of demands for someone in your position, Vanessa"

"Oh God, don't!" she pleads as your fingers touch her pussy lips, stroking them softly. She's crying, her mouth trembling. "Please don't! Please! I'll suck your cock, please don't **** me."

"I knew you'd eventually think of something to offer me," you say, standing and unzipping your pants, releasing your stiffening cock. "That's a soft little mouth you have Vanessa. Very pretty. Those little pouty lips will look even prettier wrapped around this." You rub your cock against her face.

"Aren't you going to undo my hands so I can do it properly?" she whimpers.

"Perhaps later. Right now I want to see what you can do with your mouth. Come on, Vanessa, open up," you urge her, holding her hair and pressing your cock between her lips. With a sobbing gasp she opens her mouth and takes you in, sucking hard as though she's trying to finish you as quickly as possible. You thrust into her, fucking her mouth, loving the sounds of her slurping, the feel of her tongue. She's working hard, and if you hadn't already emptied yourself twice earlier tonight her efforts would have you coming soon. As it is she has your arousal growing, but you're well in control, content to make the ravishing of her mouth last as long as possible.

"That's a girl, use your tongue like a good little bitch," you encourage her, taking a picture of her face impaled by your cock with her own phone. She slurps and gurgles, drooling around your meat, trying to get you off. You take a few more pictures of her cocksucking prowess, then pull out of her.

"Not bad Vanessa, but not great. Perhaps you should ask your sorority friends to critique your technique." You smile and show her the pictures of herself sucking you. "I'm sure they'd have some advice to offer once they saw this."

"You can't! You promised! I sucked your cock! You can't send that picture! You promised!" she wails.

"No I didn't. You offered your mouth and I took it, but I made no such promise. Now let's see, what text should I send with the picture? How about 'Found a bonus in the office. A nice fat cock to suck. Tastes delicious.' That sounds about right, don't you think?"

"Oh God, please don't! Please! Please!" she screams at you as you play with her phone.

"I don't know what you're upset about, it's a great picture of you Vanessa."

"Don't send it to them, please, please, please," she sobs, her tear streaked face looking at you in frantic appeal. "What do you want me to do? I'll suck you again, I'll do it better, I'll swallow your come, please. Just don't send the picture, please, oh God please!"