"Just terrible.”The sissy's right hand, with long yellow fingernails, pushed through the bush of Sammy’s pubic hairs – while the left hand stirr...d the soapy water with a disposable razor.“She was drinking.”The queen poured a bit of soapy water onto Sammy’s manhood and started to build a froth with both hands.“Darling, kids in the car too.”Sammy was thinking this might be about the shave itself – as simple as a shave - and no more, but the squishy sound of the lather and the feel of the soft. When the officer returned, he removed the 56lb weight and pushed the spigot firmly back into my pee hole. He had an electrical rheostat device in his hand, from this I could see five leads hanging down. It was not long before I knew what each lead would do – two with fearsome crocodile clips where attached to each of my nipples, a third was attached to a foot long ‘thumb’ thick stick of plain steel that was then unceremoniously forced all the way into my arse hole, and the fourth was attached. Justine was now sitting at her mistresses' feet. Carol was carelessly playing with her blonde hair and earrings as she spoke with Susan.It had all become surreal and then Susan stood up and said, "picture time". "I want some photos of our special girls Carol." Carol lit up with glee. "Yes, of course we need some photos." Susan produced a camera and instructed Justine sit in a chair by the window and I was to pretend to be serving her. How humiliating! I could see Justine's breasts heaving up. I could tell she was very good at what she did. Iwondered if I could become as good as her.It was time to drape me in a saree. I already had beige bikini pantieson. She gave me a matching bra and stuffed the cups with birdseed. ThenI squeezed myself into a cream colors saree blouse and fastened apetticoat. The saree was sheer see-through one made with chiffonmaterial. It had a beautiful flower pattern in burgundy. She insertedone end of the saree into my petticoat just beneath my navel.