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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 13, 2009 21:09:23 GMT -4
The blonde moves over to you and looks down at you. "My name is Daphne, and I am your Mistress. Do you understand this?"
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Post by crayle on Mar 14, 2009 4:59:09 GMT -4
"NO!" I squeak, wondering why my voice is suddenly so high and trembly, "I'm a wealthy, powerful man! There's no way I'm going to take orders from a lousy comb-puller like you!" Once again I cross my arms over my areas of maidenly modesty and look around, "Now where's my clothes?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 14, 2009 9:27:43 GMT -4
Daphne steps forward and cups your chin in her long nailed hand and pushes you back into the chair. She points at you with another long nail, touching it to your chest. "Yes, you will. And you will love doing so." She sneers at you and you know that she might just be right.
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Post by crayle on Mar 15, 2009 4:26:29 GMT -4
"Well...." I look around nervously. The touch of this woman's hands on me is strangely erotic and a little frightening. "..I guess as long as this little experiment continues, it wouldn't hurt... What do you want me to do?"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 15, 2009 13:53:35 GMT -4
"Shut up," Daphne sneers. "That would be a start. And go over to the bar, on the wall, and pour me a glass of red wine. Now!"
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Post by crayle on Mar 15, 2009 14:15:42 GMT -4
I rise, submissively silent, and mince over to the bar. With every movement, I feel my bare breasts jiggle, feel my smooth black legs swish together as my saucy naked rump sways from side to side, and my jet-black, curly hair sweeps over my nude shoulders. The mirrored walls reflect my sexy, dark-skinned image back at me from a thousand angles, and beneath that false puss bonded over my crotch, I feel my male parts start to tingle and swell again in painful frustration.
I force myself to concentrate on the task at hand, try to ignore the erotic tingling all over my skin, the delicate soles of my feet forcing me to walk on tiptoe... I pour two glassed of red wine, place them on a tray and carry it over to the regal, waiting Daphne.
I hold the tray out, waiting for her to take a glass so that I can take the other.
"Here you are," I say, "Now-um-about my clothes...."
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 15, 2009 14:23:46 GMT -4
"You'll get clothes when I say so, and not before." Daphne sips from her wine glass. She stoops and picks up something from the floor and tosses it at you. "Wear those heels."
The red heels are exquisite looking, but the six inch heels and platforms look daunting.
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Post by crayle on Mar 15, 2009 14:29:42 GMT -4
Wondering why I suddenly feel so naked and submissive, I obey, stepping awkwardly into the red heels and fastening them shut around my instep. Oooo! If I felt awkward and sexy before, strutting around on tip-toe, these make me feel even more so! With every step now, my hooters shake forcefully and my butt lurches sinfully from side to side! I step about, trying to master this new gait,
"I can't get around in just these!" I protest.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 15, 2009 17:06:05 GMT -4
"Do not argue with me, or I will gag you, sissy." Daphne sips her wine and looks at your body critically. "You need to keep that mouth shut or I'll make that pretty little body something of out a porn flick, too."
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Post by crayle on Mar 15, 2009 18:10:59 GMT -4
"Hmmph!" I sulk out loud, "I've got half a mind just to get my clothes, change my body back and get out of here!"
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 15, 2009 18:18:43 GMT -4
"Keep talking and I'll make sure you have half a mind left."
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Post by crayle on Mar 16, 2009 4:56:31 GMT -4
The ay she looks at me makes me feel even more naked. I cross my arms over my body again. "Where's my clothes?" I whine.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 16, 2009 5:12:24 GMT -4
"Stop whining, sissy!" Daphne roars. "Go into that changing room and put on your new clothes." She points at a small door and you can see something hanging there that looks almost like a maid's uniform.
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Post by crayle on Mar 16, 2009 14:56:14 GMT -4
Well, I think to myself, at least it's something to wear till I get back to my own clothes.
I enter the room to see what's in there.
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Post by wannabeglam on Mar 16, 2009 18:45:16 GMT -4
It is a maid uniform, but it shows all of your breasts. And, it's bright pink and really lacy, frilly, and feminine.
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