Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. M4... Her mind full of her last stunts at Kelly's, Marylou grooms her body for two hours, entering into submissiveness by lavishing lots of attention on her skin in general and her female instruments in particular. She is tempted to remove the contentious pubic hair but she still does not trust her ability to resist Maxime questions. Hopefully her Mistress will be satisfied with her good will. Marianna greeted me: "Good afternoon, Curly bush, ready for instruction in Mistress Kelly household work?" I answered without too much enthusiasm: "Good afternoon Miss, I guess so." She looked at me expecting something. I blushed again. I could not disrobe without some prodding. How could one find the guts to strip out of the blue based upon long passed instructions? I hoped she could not punish me although my incomplete understanding left a lot to chance. Still I recognized the arm around my breast attitude, fortunately in Mistress Kelly absence. Couldn't she help a little? Give some clue. What if I removed my dress when nobody expected it? Now, would not that be inappropriate? She camped there, not engaging me to go in, nor suggesting anything special. To relieve the tension I talked again: "Will you show me the wares?" "As soon as you are ready to get in." "I'm ready." "Aren't you Mistress Kelly panties slave?" A strangled: "Yes." found its way through my vocal system. "Then you are not ready." The stubborn maid would not give precise instruction. Damn it. Pulling down the panties from my own volition will be hard to produce. Direct command seemed harsh before I experienced exhibiting previously stated submissive behaviors. She smiled warmly as soon as my fingers fidgeted with the button of my dress, no zipper today. I choose it with 'easy to remove' for motto and here I waffled! Well I opened each one in turn under her quiet approving face. Her expression bloomed as the separated side of my dress expanded. Buttons ended up a worst drag than zipper. I got them all out. I stepped out of the dress, intensely conscious of my erected tits, lewdly protruding above the supporting cups and the harmonious beauty of my arm and shoulders. Did her focus on my breast cause this creepy feeling? Could she, a maid, leer at me obviously? Could she touch me? I did not know! I was embarrassed, again crimson all over. I wondered if she would advice me. She looked pretty cool. I stood, immobile, arm at my side, in front of her, a vulnerable target, unaware of my next step except that a compromising white teddy replaced an honorable, if quite scant, red dress. I risked a question since she seems to allow them. "Do I need something else to get ready?" "The shoes, my dear. Take a pair of slippers from the cabinet." "Yes, Miss." The room offered no facility to remove one's shoes. I bend my knee, almost sitting on my butt, to remove my shoes to avoid giving a view of my floating breast and protect my very bottom. "My dear, if you choose to get close to the floor in this position instead of curving your back, you must keep your knees apart. Mistress Kelly instructed me to advise you on proper movement. If Mistress Kelly does not notice a change in your body posture she will punish you and question me about our interaction. If she puts any wrongs on me I will also be punished. I hate it. Why don't you do it again?" "Sorry, Miss I did not know." "Well Mistress Kelly already gave you two counseling session. Use it. Never said I don't know when you are procrastinating. You might regret it. You have been told what to do and you have done it for her. Mistress gets a kick with good girls. Don't worry about embarrassment, just do it right. Don't forget to insist on the most interesting. A panties slave love showing off in her costume! And your smell make me quite sure you too, my dear. Your pussy telltale on you." To stop her scolding I choose my most formal voice: "I apologize for my shortcomings." And gave in to her demands. I bended, knee widely spread. My panties hide the most interesting anyway, so what's the big deal! Anybody at the beach could see as much without such a fuss. I unclip my shoes and stood to remove them. I did not dare confront her gaze. I kept a low profile. I put on the slippers and followed her inside. We toured the house. She showed me the housekeeping stuff, telling me more than necessary to help at a party. I was expected to pitch in anytime. She did talk willingly, answering questions without hesitation. Our contact warmed naturally. No shyness inhibited her recommendation for sashaying my posterior or searches my bosom's best angles. Intimate consideration about body postures flowed easily in the course of the house customs explanation. We were ironing laundry when I got to the questions on my mind. "Miss, Do I really have to pull down my panties to ask Mistress Kelly a question?" "She told you. I told you on the phone. Anybody in this place will tell you. Stop asking question when you don't like the rule. She made them." "How could I do that? I'm afraid to be out of order. Stripping embarrass me. What can I do?" "Any girl in your situation would be embarrassed my dear. Do it anytime. Pull down your panties to your ankles and wait for her reaction. Girls choose all sort of odd moment none is bad. She won't be mad about timing. She will be thrilled to see you follow orders. To her it means that you are coming along. Pull down and wait. She will call on you. Volunteering embarrassment to follow her rules sets her as your Mistress. Think of it as one of those positioning details we worked on, all afternoon. Spreading your leg, sashaying your butt, extending your neck or wiggling your shoulders sends the same message. The panties request belongs to the same group of things. What do you whish to ask her?" "I want to talk about my husband. The way our sex evolves and how to get him to accept Sir James." "Have patience, she will touch those question one day or the other." "She did last time but I chickened out. How long will it take her to turn around?" "That I do not know. If you need her, give her your humiliation. The lowering of your panties wet her. She loves it. The easy path is to follow her rule." "Everything is upside down here." We worked in silence for a while. Then I talked again "How did you get involved with Mistress Kelly?" "Four years ago, my luck hit bottom. I had broken with my boy friend of the time. She seduced me easily. Submission had always been a powerful attractor for me. Various tries with dominant men left me unsatisfied, exposure to a dominant woman blew my fuses. She helps me. She protects me. She gives me a place to live and a good salary. She encouraged me to go back to college. I do her bidding. I love her." "Do you have to undress like me sometimes?" She laughed. "She will enjoy your curiosity. Don't worry I'm happy to tell you. She instructed me to answer your questions. Mistress is distant to us but I'm her obedient slave, like you. We relate on equal footing. Our pussies will harden the same cocks. Our mouths will taste the same juices. We are sisters, plus someone must help you find your way. Some surprise can be avoided; still as you already noticed, advance notice does not eliminate girl reluctance for certain actions. To go back to your question, sure, evenings orgasm in perfume, oil, collar and manacles belongs to my daily life. Lingerie and beauty, nipple clamps and emotions arouse her. She chooses my attire to combine the occasion and her mood. Some I enjoy and some I loathe. She knows which is which, I tell her even when I don't want. My trims spin a subtle alternative to outright punishments or rewards. Beyond bettering her life, I'm a tool to fortify her situation. Her position implies offering fresh meat to friends or business relations. She calls on me to reward slaves with a blowjob, an easy task, and seduce powerful men or women, a job for skilled girl. She plays my pleasure to lead the evening like a DJ his music. The intensity of a moaning female capturing everybody attention will surprise you. I got gang banged twice in four years. I hated it, most girls do. I will do it again when she demands. She tips me with a lively cock, like Sir James, or a night in her arms. I love her rugged breathing alone in her bed. Her throat purring for me carries me to the sky. Holding my Mistress orgasm on the tip of my tongue fires me up, the opposite of the faceless, endless aspect of gang banging fuck. The first contact between my nudity and free cocks traumatized me. I had not yet came to grip that any could penetrate me at will, fortunately the slickness between my legs made it easier.... A husband lonely hard cock may intimidates some woman, imagine me in front a bunch of them. An evening with scores of hard cock roaming freely around my naked body humbles me. Fortunately for my peace and unfortunately for my jealousy, my sister's pussies attract them also and it often become, which girl gets the prize. Sometimes around here hot pussies outnumber good cocks five to one. It gets quite lewd. One cannot imagine the extreme to which one girl will go for a good fuck." "You mean girls will fight for a cock?" "You will see for yourself in time. Don't you crave Sir James cock?" "I must say..." "You experience the drive but the demands are quite mild for you, yet... After you have tasted it, you fight for it." "Sex cannot become so extreme!" "Look at you now. You keep fooling yourself about what you are up to. You went quite a long way from vanilla sex without tasting the real thing." "You are right. I whish I could forget. So sometimes, when a girl get accessible to cocks, she may want it!" "Not all of them, my dear, a lot of them one could do without. On her first day as free game, a girl usually gets blindfolded. I hated it on the spot. Wrong, it helped. The sight of an unfamiliar cock, targeting your entrance, scared more than one into the wrong attitude. Beyond accepting the deal for your Mistress love, lay the fear for the male. For one, she never got me fucked when dry. Mistress Kelly does not lube vaginas and dry girls don't get fucked." "Would she punish you sometimes?" "Scary topic, same answer, all slaves accept punishment. More to the point every female slave I know ended up accepting the whip and the cane. I can hardly explain why except for the fact that a slave craves to please her top. Mistress Kelly appreciates it. She does not demand it. We offer it after a while. It could be that the ones refusing get selected out." "I expect to be Sir James slave." "Good for you, definitely the best cock around. As soon as he gets inside you, you will discover a new world. I heard the story of a girl spending the following week orgasming almost non stop after being fucked real well by him. This is a legend but I know first hand report from females still feeling aftershock weeks later. The followings day are definitely quite pleasant, definitely worth it my dear. They share slaves and etiquette, a quite exceptional agreement. Their protocol does not contain any hard rule for the whip. I took about a year to accept the cane. I don't know why I accepted it, but after she could do it my attitudes changed. I refused the privilege to previous Master, breaking on it multiple times. Here I witnessed various punishments before offering my own butt. May be some change in the relationship between the punished girl and her Mistress altered my determination, some glow between them after the event, an extreme tension resolved or an exchange of love. As much as I love her, the daily indulgence into her whims become quite innerving after a while. The presence of the whip erases the accumulated frustration. She can get at me. I cannot be lazy in any way. The fact mollifies any developing reluctance. One cannot be petty about the peculiar of a person with full right on one's butt. She became my Mistress, with a big 'M'. After the first session nothing could be like before. Her power suddenly encompasses every aspect of my life. Folding lingerie wrong may bring color to my butt. It locks in my submissiveness. I trust her not to abuse. There are rules. The offense must be told. The slave may argue incompetence or inability. It tops at one's a week. The next level of punishment is exclusion. We house regular whipping here. You will see one some day. I bet your butt will end up as a target in the future." "I don't think so. I told Sir James I did not want to be spanked, forget about whipped." "What did he responded?" "He only required time out for panties slaves." "Don't lie to me my dear, slave must accept spanking." "Not panties slave." "Will you forego his cock to save your butt?" "Forget it. I have no pride left. I will accept it. I even went around his knees for a try out, hard to take. My first time out was so humiliating." "Did it change your perception of her?" "It made her out of reach. As soon as I got home I called to talk to her about the very subject that got me a punishment." "See... The dependency spices the relationship. Punishing a slave reset the difference between her and her Mistress." "It is very embarrassing." "I dare say. One gets put in place. Last week I stood too vehemently for her taste when choosing flowers. She spanked me, a light one. You could not see it today. Some other day she will spank me for being too sweetie-pieish. A slave must keep in close contact with her Mistress emotional state. She may look capricious but the whip makes her always right... Don't worry. I joke. I love her. She feels my emotion better than if she was inside me. I love her freedom and the energy flowing out of her wishes. She sees through me. The paddle gives butts a strong color while bare handed is softer. Freshly punished bottoms stand out, if you look around. Never forget to be discreet. A slave may not stare. Don't worry, everybody knows than panties slave need instructions." "You are confusing me. Could you get spanked without agreeing in advance?" "She deals straight. She won't rape you. Worry about the turn your desire will take. In my eyes, it won't be long before you hand power on you. After you hand power you pay your mistakes and hers. In reality she makes very few. A girl, knowing the sign requesting the punishment position, gets quite careful. I don't like being beaten and each time I meet her she could upset my butt. Also each time I meet her I could end up seduced, pleased or surprised. When she goes on trip for more than a week end I do miss her dearly." A bell in the background called Marianna to Kelly's, tea time. Marylou served. As soon as all cups were poured, she took a deep breath and pulled the panties down to her ankle. After a little while Kelly asked her: "Tell me my dear." "I need guidance with informing my husband about my doing here and my thought toward Sir James. Also I wonder when I will see Sir James again." "You can pull your panties up now, my dear, well done. First Sir James is a man. He wants to fuck you without dealing with your stubborn spirit." "I did not do anything wrong!" "Don't become defensive. Accept your Master criticism. He told you himself." "I apologize." "You are forgiven. True my dear, not only you did not do anything obviously wrong but you follow my rules against your good sense. He demands a higher level surrender than your actual impulse. You would upset him in good faith. You use too much covers for what you do for me. Here you will be trained for slave works, hopes and obligations. You will suffer shame and pain for him; don't be too impatient. He knows limits but he likes to push around. You need to rebalance your concept of fairness. Talk to the girls. Witness our customs without being the target of the hardest. Sir James will fuck you when you are broken in. I take it that you have decided to tell your husband." "Yes, Mistress. I cannot keep silent anymore but I fear that telling will break our relationship." "Good, you came to the right choice. I will give you a path. Carve a space for him beyond his assumption that a single man can satisfy your feminity. Insist on the difference between a husband and a Master. Attach your past lack of want to unsatisfied craving. Convince him that appeasing your yearning for a Master will strengthen your couple and satiate his cock's itch. Prepare him for the humiliation of being second cock, when you will scream your pleasure under his eyes." "I cannot imagine him accepting that, nor telling him what I do here, nor the effects it has on me." "Think positive. Did your husband benefited from your new discovery?" "A lot of horizontal action!" "Tell me about it." "I ask him what I want and it does make me very horny." "Sweetie pie, you are on your way to time out." "Sorry, Mistress. I'm eager to say, only I do not know how." "Add description and details." "I make him caress me everywhere. I moan. I react. I told him how to move his tongue on my clit and his hands on my body. I guide him to the right places. I love to sleep peacefully in his arms, his cock hard against my thigh, after a string of wonderful orgasm. I got him to fuck me when I choose and to wait for me to come. If he fails and I'm still in want, he sucks me to satiation and he likes it! I'm free to ask for any specific without fearing his upset or force reciprocation. The leisure of meekness I discovered here render me guiltless to ask anything and he does it." "Your husband submissiveness is out my dear. How about his week?" "Blow job and hand jobs got his preference, two calls on my pussy, one too short to get anywhere and one put me in appetite." "It comes out as baseball reporting. Next time you will count the in and outs! Still he cannot bang you strong and long!" "Definitely one of my complains." "This particular will carry your argument for Sir James presence. Tonight you will call him in and move wildly." "He will come in a snap." "That's the idea. Be nice though; help him enjoy the ride as much as possible. When you choose to take him in always try to give him his reward. Encourage him to come. Men love it at the proper time. Build your sweet smoothness as his heaven. Still after he let it go, got him to suck you really good. Don't let him go away without being fully satiated." "I will try." "You told me that you got him there already. Inconsistence lead lot of girls to punishment, my dear." "Sorry Mistress." "Be careful. When you got your count, report your pussy emptiness during his work." "He uses his fingers to fill me up." "Very good, evoke something bigger. He may suggest a dildo, otherwise be explicit. Ask for one slightly larger than his cock. Tell him you crave a fuller experience." "Won't it hurt his pride?" "My dear, he knows his limit, you told him, and he heard it. Today you act on it. Sir James cock is the hard sell, not the dildo. Expose his lack of equipment for the task at hand without asking him for something he cannot delivers. Describe your need and offer a way to fill it. His submissive side will harden his dick. He will forget anything else. A dildo provides a less threatening first step to your ultimate goal. Get it for Friday at the last. Sir James suggested reducing his time. You may slice a day out of his week each cycle." "He will get his way on Tuesday, then." "The all week end for you to play, my dear." "Do not expose the power situation yet, except if he brings it up unequivocally. Some surprise will help the final strike. Let your instinct go. Encourage him to do what you like and savor the great rewards from dominant position. Marianna will continue to acclimate you on Monday and Wednesday. Now bring your tits close." Kelly fondles tenderly the exposed breast and signal Marianna to honor her feminity. "Look at me." Eyes inches from Kelly, Marylou takes in the slow changes in her Mistress composure. Her breathing becomes somewhat irregular while her pupils moves up behind half closed eyelid. The smile of bliss on her mouth grows with the hidden activity of Marianna. A gush of moisture seeps between Marylou's legs. The fingers on her breast resonated in her lower belly, a novelty for Marylou, which breast had never been sensitive. Step by step the noises reaches different pitches. Strong smells fills the atmosphere. Marylou focuses all her might to keep Kelly beauty imprinted in her mind during her ascension toward her summit. The fires on her clit become unbearable. Her own response to female pleasure took her by complete surprise. She did not dare touching herself. Her face conveyed her need to her Mistress still looking at her in the deep of her bliss. She refrained moving her hips toward her. She remembered how she had hated her husband rubbing against her. The contact between the finger and her tits takes more of her conscience. All along Marylou expects Kelly orgasm in the next instant. She kept going, moving with more forces, moaning with more harmonics and her magnificent face touching an incredible figure of bliss. Time had stopped except in the enlargement of Kelly pleasure. She was screaming short ahhh and long ohhhh in a crazing pattern. Her shoulder started tensing. The communication goes between them. Marylou begs Kelly for a touch on her sex and Kelly appeases her. Then in a complete surprise Marianna hands found its way to her heat and brought her in instant to the verge of explosion. Kelly contractions took her in. Kelly's plan smoothly became reality. Maxime little bit of jealousy toward the dildo added a delicate spice to a great time. The instrument unusual volume awaken unknown nerves in her inside, which feds her clitoris receptivity. Her newfound freedom to expose her sensation lead to intense reaction, verbal and physical, which aroused him so much that he regularly came in her hand while licking her. His meek acceptance of the dildo, even when the need for the object spelled the limits of his own cock, jealous of the dildo moist surrounding, altered her image of him. The humiliation hardened his cock and boosted his orgasm instead of erasing them. A part of her despised his lack of balls and another loved his sensitivity to her own pleasure. She experienced the strange effect of submissiveness for herself in other situations. The sudden change to his choice totally surprised him. Taking his dick in her mouth quashes his questioning. During the fellatio his mind moved on other topics and after spurting he had no fight left. On his time he did not pushed her at all. On her time he proved extremely easy to control. He walked other himself to please her. Her despise for his lack of spine grew until she broached the subject with Mistress, which said: "Don't worry about it. Learn to truly love a submissive husband and obey your Master. Your couple balance depends on an unlimited tenderness for his meekness. You needs will be split between two men, one providing alpha man types of services and the other submissive style. Despising your submissive man will multiply his humiliation beyond control. Your couple will become instable." The advice ended up easy following. Marylou loved the attention and reporting that pleasure on the attention giver came effortlessly. Twice a week Marylou absorbs Kelly's house ways. The uniform atmosphere of respect for Mistress infuses her with a new set of attitudes. The ridicule, in which she caste people demanding obedience for the sake of it, shifted to respect for the person empowered with her obedience. Her intense arousal, witnessing Marianna paddled for a repeat insolence, surprised and confused her. Her two own humiliating requests for time out mold her impulses into complete obedience. She hates them. She hated her Mistress for imposing them on her but she respected her power and loved her presence. Her orgasming face kept coming to her. The silliness of hustling to follow a capricious request took second position to the consequence of not trying her best for such a beauty. The dramatic atmosphere surrounding Mistress person and the perfection of the ballet to serve her, awe her. Under Marianna joyful control her attitude toward her intimate curves and folds mutated to a teasing tool. Weekly depilation diminishes her venus mound hair population without awakening her husband curiosity. Every thinning exposes more individual hairs attach on her round labia and approximate more closely their shape to a thin band on her cleft. Mistress comments with pride and Maxime likes the comfort of lapping her cunt without choking on hair. Anticipating dominant whishes excites her; smooth it all will please her Mistress. At this point Maxime question did not matter. She will invoke enhanced clitoris sensitivity. She will offer the sacrifice to her Mistress at the first occasion. Every passing week enhance the sex with her husband. The new practice of satiating her with his tongue after penetration proved an excellent decision, which ended beneficial for both. She appreciated better his presence in her. A new vitality inhabited his organ and the certitude that he will afterward expend himself to satisfy her call, removed any anger toward his precocious terminations. Still based on Mistress hunch that he preferred having his hardon stroked versus coming in her, on her time she always made flesh penetration a big deal, in contrast to regular request for the dildo. Surprisingly the frequent stroking enhanced his visit in her pussy. The hand jobs gave him more staying power. On the coit occasions she loved his last moments of energy and he loved his orgasming cock rubbing furiously against her wet silk. He learned to appreciate the taste of their mixed juices during the lengthy attention given to her clitoris and vagina after his come. The drowsiness turned into a much lesser annoyance as her orgasms turned into a string of explosions. He knew her rhythm so well. Sucking her with no end belonged to his routine. She appreciated his treatment without fearing him asking an equivalent piece of her mouth. Her hand grazing his cock suffices him. Very surprisingly to her eyes, he does not question in the least her days of absolute control on her wet holes. The shortening of his days of choice does not bring any challenge from his part. Sir James setting a new way, every morning she was told the game of the day, saw him complies without question. On Maxim's choices the main difference is his rush to her mouth or pussy and her refusal to get sucked. His acceptance of her mood's change as the pretext for the jump in their relationship still angers her, but coupled to his obvious vitality, it shield her from any guilt. A complex system of reward, of which none of them is completely aware, develops. The first day he cleared her plate from the dinner table, she felt a sudden craving for sucking his cock and clearing the table after dinner become his job. When he asked her permission to clear her plate she invited him in her pussy. A single reward established the service. Extra steps brought new rewards. No ambiguity existed between them about her 'mood'. They did not talk about it. He knew their ways was amiss and ended up frustrated at time by his growing role in the house chores but her embrace smoothed him and her built in instinct for the timing of his release enslaved him. He gained from waiting two, three or four day for it. His orgasm on her time exploded stronger than on his. On his choice he spurted more often but his orgasm stayed wanting, only on her time did the afterglow took full texture. On her selfish days, the female jerking and moaning triggered a violent arousal leaving him full of desire. Falling asleep needed some effort but the blood flooding his cock gratified him. She tensed him to uncomforting levels, letting him go at his best time. The throbbing of his cock gauged his state. The changes in their respective power happened without a single word about it between them. Sometimes he fantasizes being her slave without relating it to their evolution. Marylou pours her confidence into Suzan eager ear, reveling in narrating the various angles of her new life, the pleasure from her husband delicate attention, the excitement from his eager compliance to her whims and the arousal from the imperial perfection permeating Kelly's house. Suzan insatiable curiosity, about Marylou's sexual fulfillment, strengthens Marylou. Suzan never told but she masturbates furiously while rewinding Marylou stories in the solitude of her bed. Marylou wonders which role attract her friend. Her eagerness to hear promises a willingness to participate. Marylou fantasizes submitting to Suzan or bringing her to Mistress Kelly without envisioning any details. Mistress consulted, at the price of another exposition of her slit, recommended waiting for a clarification in Marylou's whishes before any move. Finally Marylou found her panties slave body posture. Her neck extends. Her breast protrudes. Her back curves. Her panties bring some security in this strange world. She enjoys the lustful leers on her exposed breast. One afternoon a thin silver chain hangs between Marianna breasts, held by two clips pinching her nipples. Curious she asks about it. Marianna describes the annoying discomfort from the pinch and the burst of pain when put on and taken off. She had overslept this morning and Mistress demanded the clips on her nipple all afternoon. The chain decorated her bosom and its weight converted each movement into a light stinging pressure on her tits. The dangling chain hold Marylou gaze captive. She feels almost hypnotized. The jingles closely follow Marianna movement and every traction on the weight pinches her nipples and makes her twitch. The idea of having her own agitation sparkling in her breast confuses her. Her tits brought pleasure only on that day when Mistress gave her this incredible show. She had hated Sir James demands to deliver them to his lust. Now the idea moisten her lower lips. He will force it on her anyway, why delay the inevitable? Spanking and a free run on her tits are his conditions. In each of her line of future, she serves Sir James. Offering her tits in advance will anticipate her Master whish. Wouldn't it be a proof of her willingness? Marianna hurt looked controlled. Her expressions were still alive and sometimes facetious even when the small bell jingle evoked the traction. Marylou anticipated a relatively mild reminder except at the time of putting or removing them. She did not seek any pain and she hated the need to move smoothly to avoid pressure but the sparkle in her Mistress eyes attracted her. And she felt ready for a new level in abandoning power. She only needed an occasion for the chain to enliven her chest. ABC The day before her first party, Marylou helped prepare Kelly's reception room. She surrenders to the atmosphere of sorority, feeling perfectly comfortable in her costume although she is the one showing most. Marianna had her French maid outfit and the two other helpers, Anna and Lana, tank top and shirts. No Master in the room demands reaction to theirs interest and move adjustment to satisfy their point of view. The girls talk about their experience while working. Anna tells her intimidation about standing naked in a room, especially when under a surrender instructions. Curious Marylou asks about the meaning. A Master may ask one of three mind set from his slave in public, surrender to any advances toward her without volunteering, offer to the people of her choice and wait for their reaction, and last, seduce, which could be quite aggressive. The middle position calls for some discretion while seduction and surrendering could become quite crude. The usual abundance of pussies make surrendering situation quite rare, Marianna calls those gangbang. Those take a toll. Moving around naked, under order rendering one's pussies totally defenseless, calls for difficulty moment. The fact is that the more you move the more cock you find, none of the girl had experienced a row of men waiting for their turn. Sometimes one is disposed as a potiche for everyone to use but this does not lead to a lot of penetration except when one is trying her best to attract. The moment of truth is when you get one cock in. Some cock make you frilly all over and others make you wonder how let it happen. Fortunately the latter tends to spurts quite quickly. Some even say that the pussy knows spurting as the best way to get rid of the thing and adjust its moves depending on the type finding its way in. "Before slaving for Mistress the cocks founding their way to my pussy were sloppier than in today situation, plus I could only blame myself for it." Marylou try to gain advance information about how one feels naked in a crowd or when one can be touched anytime. The following morning Marylou, antsy from the minute Maxime went to work, trims her body for the afternoon. The moment had come to completely shave her pussy lips. Mistress will be thrilled. She conscientiously performs her enema and luxuriates in her bath. She appreciates the long time priming her body with bath, enema, perfume and oils. She reserves the last touches of rouge for her Mistress house to protect her outer clothes from taint. Mistress extremely pleased with her fully decorated females attributes insists on a picture to show Sir James how far she had comes. Spurred Marylou pushes down her panties to her ankle and ask for a chain on her tits to enhance the picture. Mistress kisses her cheeks and asks her to keep it for the full afternoon. Marylou accepts and offers her breast to the clips. The background pain accompanies all her movements but the arousal is extreme. The event itself amazed her. Scores of women in sexy trimming, a full range from almost modest to completely naked, and men in restraint smoothly caters to elegant Mistresses, which slaves kneel close. She discovers all sorts of shapes for breast and pussies. She should not glare that much but nobody seems to mind as long as she delivers her drink with the proper grace. The mark on butts scares her. Some strong man chest contrast violently with their well controlled cocks, some of which can be seen pushing against the restraint. The moisture seeping from her, unrestrained by any hair, dampens her panties before spreading between her thighs. The air saturates with sexual pheromones. When saluting Mistress before going back home, Marylou is told to be there the next Monday to meet a couple. The time has come to reveal Sir James to her husband. The meeting will be the last touch to help her.