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Mistress always made her commands sound like
a question.
“Why don’t you please both stuff your under-
pants in each other’s mouth for the first punish-
ment. Don’t like you to start yelling too early in
the day, and the first thing may hurt a bit. Or
would you rather the rubber gags you came in?”
Laura and Sylvia whispered to each other.
“We’ll use each other’s pants. The rubber thing
is really cruel,” said Laura.
The maids were impressed with Mistress’ erotic
touch. They were seeing,an expert,at work, and .
knew it.. The two females held their mouth open
like hungry fishes, arid stuffed the intimate mate-,
rial far, inside each other. Laura blushed as she
tasted SyIvia’s ‘femaleness on the wispy material.
Sylyia,didn’,t respond to her gag with any emotion
at all.

She stood behind Julie and applied the spanking
full force. They were gunshots in volume.
“When you’re ready to eat my pussy, and
Stacy’s and Sondra’s too, just nod your head, you
little slut.” Victoria intentionally issued the crude
words to further excite Julie’s submission. It
worked. Especially being called a slut. At the next
loud smack of hand against her bottom, Julie
burbled into her gag. Following this, she began to
chew on the panties, jerked, orgasmed terribly, and
fell limp in her ropes. Her thighs were soaked from
the emission.

Her whipper, dressed in white shorts and T-shirt
like all the college girls, carefully took her clothes
as they were handed to her and lay them carefuly
on the grass, for they need be put on again each
time. The stripping was part of the delight. The
recipient stretched her slender arms upwards to the top of the post, where the hands were tied with
good old-fashioned rope,
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Stacy lifted up her skirt and peeled down her
panties, stepped out of them, and placed them,
folded properly, on the table beside the whip. Miss
Cummins had taught the domestic class never to
pull one’s pants down around the knees. It was a
silly sight. Take them off, and fold them neatly on
the table or floor.
Stacy spread herself over the table, her skirt
hiked to her waist. She found the proper balance on
her stomach, then satisfied, spread her legs nicely,
apart. Stacy always felt a tingle when she spread ‘
her legs for a whipping. A girl just seemingly never
gets quite used to exposing her sex voluntarily.

You can’t wear your panties when Mistress whips you, you know.” The three traipsed upstairs to the hall. Mistress awaited them, her blouse removed to facilitate her arm movements. Her breasts were very lovely…

The fight took place one evening in, of all places, the Country Club parking lot in front of an ever-increasing audience of delighted club members. Even the husbands of the two were not about to stop the excitement. Nothing like a good old-fashioned Southern catfight. There had been hair-pulling, fists thrown, biting, scratching, clawing, snarling, cursing and yowling.

Her punishments were accompanied by
cleverly erotic teasing and wordages rather than
just the simple issuance of physical discomfort.
She ordered Sondra and Stacy, at times, to call
each other very naughty things and cheer on each
other’s punishments. These subtle delights were
not lost on the two girls, and it made punishment
very exciting at such times.

In the darkness, the bellboy clearly saw the handcuffs, but he thought they were merely bracelets.

Stella handed off the ring and plug gag to Marcie who pushed the former part into place. Despite herself, Laura groaned and gurgled at the intrusion.

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Mistress followed me into the garage where she opened the tailgate of her car. Sitting in the back of her vehicle was the doggie cage that I had purchased for my submissive some time ago. A blanket was draped over the outside of the cage so that people on the outside of the vehicle could not tell what was underneath. She lifted the blanket that covered the rear of the cage piling it atop the cage as she pulled the door at the end of the cage open. “Inside.” was her only command.
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Shortly thereafter my submissive returned wearing the rather abbreviated French maid outfit that she had found in the box that I had placed on the vanity. She teetered somewhat in the shoes that had over 4” high heels. In her normal life my submissive rarely wears high heals so these were something quite different to her. It was truly difficult to hide my evil grin with what I hoped would appear as an innocent smile. “Ah, You must be the new maid.” cueing her in to her new role. I picked up the belt that I had placed on my nightstand and placed it around her waist, snapping a padlock onto the buckle. This was a rather simple black leather belt. The only oddities were that the buckle pin had a hole for a padlock, and there were two rather unobtrusive ‘D’ rings one on either side.
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