Golden Mask 2 - Task #4

Suzanne, have you tried my gift yet? - the man's voice sounded with a warm, but obvious note of expectation.
- Y-yes, sir... - the woman whispered barely audibly, lowering her eyes. A hot blush painted her cheeks, and a strange, unfamiliar feeling of fullness from the butt plug spread below.
- Wonderful! - His voice sounded low, with a hint of satisfaction. - Show it to me.
Suzanne hesitated, shifting awkwardly on her knees. A wave of embarrassment squeezed her chest, anxiety constrained her movements, and the heat of embarrassment engulfed every cell of her body.
- What happened, my dear? - there was a soft, almost playful insistence in his voice. - It's just a butt plug... Just show it to me.)))
It was simply unthinkable! Suzanne could not even imagine such a humiliating turn of events. Her heart began to pound wildly, and her face flushed hotly with shame. The thought that she would have to show off her naked ass with this provocative butt plug made her cringe with embarrassment. However, no matter how hard it was for her, she knew that according to their strict agreement, she had no right to question M.'s orders, no matter how humiliating the next demand seemed.
Suzanne awkwardly turned to the camera. Slowly lowering herself, she assumed a pose in which the butt plug was right in front of the lens, emphasizing the seductive curves of her body. Each of her movements responded with a short, pulsating vibration of the plug, sending a sweet shiver through her entire body. This sensation was new, unexpected, but at the same time endlessly exciting, awakening in her a mixture of embarrassment and languid pleasure.
The woman felt an exciting chill of air on her pussy flowing with nectar. It was both a wonderful and humiliating sensation to pose for the camera, exposing her burning, quivering flesh with desire.
"Excellent, Suzanne..." M.'s voice was powerful and slightly mocking. His words sounded like a soft but inexorable blow, making her heart beat faster. "Judging by your wet, quivering pussy, my gift was to your taste..." he continued, his voice like silk, enveloping and at the same time fettering. "Don't forget to thank me, my dear..." Suzanne felt her cheeks flush a deep blush, and the ground seemed to slip out from under her feet. She was ready to fall through the floor, just to avoid that piercing gaze from the camera and the embarrassment that engulfed her crotch, humiliatingly exposed for review.
“Thank you… Sir…” she said, barely audibly, in a trembling voice, filled with humility and embarrassment.