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"Strip."

"Yes, miss," Lauren nods, obedient, taking her clothes off and kneeling in front of her mistress. "Is it time for my punishment?"

"Not yet," Camila says, watching her carefully, "but you're about to find out what it is. On the bed. On your hands and knees."

Lauren nods, and assumes the position on the bed, wondering if her mistress is just going to spank her. But then, she feels something being pushed inside of her, and she yelps in surprise when it vibrates quickly, but stops. "Please, miss, I don't want this."

"It's your punishment, babygirl," Camila says, pulling her up to a seating position and toying with the remote in her hands. "You're going to keep that toy in there all through dinner. I'll be in control of the remote. If you're good, you'll get to come a few times by the end of the night."

Lauren squeaks in surprise when Camila flicks the switch, and she squeezes her eyes shut, not knowing how she's going to get through this dinner. "Mistress, please, no..."

"Babygirl," Camila says, switching the vibrator off again. "If you really don't want this, you'd say red. Or at least say orange if you're unsure. But you're not. I know how much you want everyone to know you're my little slut."

Lauren flushes pink, shifting uncomfortably at the foreign object inside her. She knows she could say no. She knows she could use the safe word. But she needs to take her punishment like a good girl.

"If you want to come, babygirl, you've got to act like nothing is wrong," Camila says, pulling her up and pressing a kiss to her jaw. "Which might be a problem for you, considering how loud you can be."

Camila toys with the switch, and Lauren watches, eyes wide, before she jumps at the sudden vibrations, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to hold back her moans. Camila smirks, watching as Lauren tries to hold everything in, and switches the vibrator off just as her girl is about to tumble over the edge.

"Mistress, please," Lauren begs her, and Camila stares at her, hunger in her eyes. Lauren drops to her knees, trying to be a good girl, trying to show mistress that she deserves to come. "I promise, miss, I'll never be a bad girl again, please, let me come."

Camila's fingers trace her jawline and she stares down at her, the familiar lust in her eyes. "Oh, babygirl, you know how much I love it to hear you beg. But no. You don't get to come. Not yet."

Lauren whines in frustration. "Mistress, please."

"No, princess," Camila shakes her head. "That's final."

Lauren scowls down at her feet, and mistress laughs at her. She looks up, trying to use her puppy dog eyes, but they only work on Camila. They don't work on mistress. Mistress is stubborn. "Please, miss?"

"No, slut. Ask again and I'll spank you." Camila snaps. Lauren keeps her mouth shut, nodding, and Camila's expression settles into a smile. "Good girl."

Lauren's tummy twists at the praise, and she stares down at the floor, blushing. "What am I wearing, mistress?"

Camila hums in thought, before she opens up Lauren's underwear drawer, picking out a black lacy thong. "That."

Lauren nods, pulling it on, and watching as Camila searches through all of Lauren's dresses, finally settling on a simple black one, holding it out to her. "No bra."

Lauren obeys, pulling the dress on, her breath hitching when her mistress steps behind her and zips her up. Camila presses a gentle kiss to the exposed skin of Lauren's collarbone, sucking on the pounding pulse point, and Lauren whimpers, knowing it'll leave a mark.