The wrong salutation

When the answer to my request came, it was worse than anything I had feared. Instead of the familiar voice of Karla, I heard a deep voice telling me: "Maestro would be appropriate." My heart stopped for a moment as I realized who was standing in front of me - my new conductor.

Shame flooded me like a brutal tsunami wave that engulfed my body and crushed me with merciless ****. My face burned with shame, as if it were suffused with hot embers. Every inch of my skin seemed to tingle as if thousands of tiny needles were piercing me. The ground beneath my feet felt unstable, as if it was ready to open up and swallow me in its dark maw.

An unbearable moment of revelation coursed through my body as I realized that my most intimate desires and submission had been revealed to a stranger - someone I barely knew. It was as if my soul lay naked before this stranger, every vulnerability and most secret desire shamelessly on display.

The humiliation went through me like a burning fire that reached my innermost core. I felt exposed, **** and powerless, while the stranger saw my most secret desires and preferences. Every breath seemed heavy and agonizing, as if the air around me was saturated with the traces of my exposed intimacy.

My head bowed humbly to the floor as I tried to hide my embarrassment. I could literally feel the maestro sensing my state of shame and embarrassment, and I wished I could just sink into the floor and escape this awkward situation.

An intense conflict ignited inside me as my mind fought against my physical desires. My mind vehemently screamed "no" as my nipples hardened in a mixture of arousal and sensitivity, ready to be touched by skillful fingers or greedy lips. My pussy pulsed with desire, as if aching for satisfaction, its moist walls yearning for intense stimulation.

It was a fierce battle between reason and desire, a struggle for control over my body. My head tried to assert its authority, to curb the impulses, while my erogenous zones rebelled and resisted this restraint. Each breath was accompanied by an electrifying tension that rippled through my chest and made my skin tingle.

My body was an instrument of desire whose reactions were relentless. In this dichotomy between "no" and the burning desire inside me, every fiber of my being was filled with unbridled lust.

I was caught in a dichotomy between reason and desire, between the moral boundaries my mind set for me and the animalistic needs of my body. My nipples were erect and stood out as if ready to receive any stimulus, no matter how small. They yearned for touch, for pleasure and ecstasy. Meanwhile, my pussy was getting wetter and tighter, her lips pulsing with desire, literally begging for stimulation. My mind fought against the intoxicating sensations that filled my body. But the more I tried to hold back, the stronger my physical needs became.

I could feel the heat between my legs, the desire pulsing through my veins. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, urging me to surrender to pleasure and end the inner conflict.