Mistress Abigail ground herself into wendy’s mouth while the slave girl moved the masturbation sleeve up and down on her prick. Her cock was starting to quiver and it looked like she might be in for some severe punishment, but just before she spurted into the air, Mistress Abigail gave a loud sigh and quivered slightly before standing up and pulling the bottom panel of her catsuit back in place. “Abigail has always been something of a cold fish,” Dianne said softly. “... a very sadistic cold fish, but a cold fish nevertheless.” Everyone at the table laughed softly... except me. I was staring at my empty glass and wondering what answer I was going to give Shelly. “So,” Shelly said calmly, “have you decided on an answer?” “Yes,” I said in a shaky voice. “Yes, you have decided or yes, you want to submit yourself to me?” Shelly replied. If I hadn’t had so much to drink, I never would have had the nerve, but I said loudly, “Yes! I want to be your slave!” Conversation at all of the tables near us suddenly gets stopped and it got very quiet in the room. I know I was trembling almost violently as I looked over at Shelly. “That was probably all of the alcohol talking,” I said in a shaky voice, “hopefully I will still feel that way in the morning.” That’s when Margi started laughing uproariously. her “Didn’t you read the rules posted on the indian wall outside the changing room?” she said, smacking her hand flat on the table and then pointing back to the entrance. “Rule number seven: No potential slave may be served alcohol or any other substance that might impair her decision-making. Violation of this rule will result wife in expulsion from the club.” “You mean?” I stammered. “Yes,” Dianne said, “your drinks were all non-alcoholic. All of your wild behavior tonight was just you.” She looked over at Shelly and continued, “And I have watched you melt every time Shelly looked at you. I kept expecting you to throw yourself at her feet and beg to be her slave.” “So did I?” I replied softly. Then I looked into Shelly’s deep black eyes and asked, “What do I do now?” “First we get you properly dressed for the evening,” she said as she lifted my dress over my head. I must have put my arms above my head to let the dress slip off because the next thing I knew I was standing naked in front of her. “Now,” she continued, “we go up on stage.” The Head Mistress was waiting for us. She pointed to the floor in front of herself and I sank to my knees in front of Shelly. “Do you do this of your own free will?” the Mistress asked. “I do,” I answered. “Mistress Shelly,” she continued, “do you claim this submissive as your own slave with all the rights and responsibilities that entails.” “I do,” Shelly answered. The Mistress leaned down to boobs me and said softly, “Now you bow down and submit yourself to Shelly as your Mistress.” I intended to bow, but somehow I ended up flat on my face like I had always imagined myself. My arms were stretched out and my fingers were just short of touching Shelly’s feet. and “Mistress Shelly,” I said clearly, “I submit my body, mind, and spirit to you as my Mistress forever.” “I want your last egg induced orgasm of the day to be outside, in totally natural surroundings, with perhaps the odd 1 or 2 strangers watching you.” She picks up her phone and sends me the information. Her stomach, liver, intestines, and other viscera were now completely exposed to the room of onlookers as the girl lay there silently in death, the fluid of her abdominal cavity a murky mixture of blood, water, and indian organ juices that had begun to collect as her body cells slowly died within her. Mr. Dudley almost looked like he was about to salivate. It left pleasant red welts but did not cause bleeding. I had no patient for niceties right then and just wanted to spurt my cum deep in her. He slowly opened his eyes and gave a faint smile and said I missed you Lynne. Elsie shook her head, “She’ll be fine. So, I was already a mess before I stepped into the shower and then his soft manipulation of my body brought me slowly to the edge. They can… set me off I guess. “It looks like I need to try another speculum as this one is too short. She met the brothers at the ranch house one evening. I couldn’t wait until daddy had to go back to England, or boobs whatever country he had to sort a problem out in. I had plans to shock a few holiday makers that I didn’t want to act upon whilst daddy was still there. “Upon thorough analysis of the infrastructure, terrain, layout, population density, and sampling from the local intranet spiderwebbed throughout this municipality, I have determined that this would statistically be the most likely place for you to find shelter,” droned the ship. I was in school. Mary arrived about 30 minutes after Beth called. I almost fall backwards. And now, all of the sudden, you’re quitting? Next morning, still in full, gory armour, face now lined with streaked, dried blood, Mjoll approached our table in the Bee and Barb tavern, stopped before me, helm under one arm, kitbag and strapped over the other shoulder; she looked as though she had been awake all night – likely had, in vigil. As they sat a very beautiful blond about the same size as Kim Li dressed in an outfit that matched Kim Li and sat a tray on the table in front of the two men. After a minute or so Tony unfastened the ball gag and told me to unroll my skirt which I quickly did. The soldiers standing in the street, the fire glinting off the curves of their armor. That life ended the day I’d arrived at Liberty Mountain. I only got the clingy lycra half way down her ass before the waist band caught on her hips and she started twisting and she plunged her hands underwater to stop me. In her violent movements the water boiled and she scratched my hand and banged my nose with her elbow. “Yes but I bet that she’s a good fuck; she’ll make a good spit roast.” It was 6.15 pm. I think of my gets burning pussy every time I fix your plate.” They all laughed with her. Monday morning, it was obvious how our week should start. "Well it's fun once and awhile but it seems pointless to go to class when we aren't learning anything." Arthur, while he was physically more developed than other boys in terms of height, did not seem to be able wife to grow much pubic hair yet, however. I grab her by the hair and push her face and tits into the slimy grease at the bottom of the stove, as I fuck her. Dad squirmed. I kept the gesture for a while I new that mom was shocked & tempted slighty as she her was smiling at me . I finished bath and dressed up well. He began kissing me and massaging my boobs as we continued to fuck. Pleeeeassseee. “Meine freche frau!” I moaned at her, calling her a naughty wife. “Clint!” I howled as I came. I shuddered. It hurts… I want to scream… but it is just a whimper that comes out.