I fumbled with the delicate buckle around her perfect ankle and slowly slid the heel off her foot, exhaling as I did so, experiencing sensations and f...elings that were partially adoration but predominantly lust. Without realizing it, I'd fallen for her. The weeks and months of conditioning, subtle hints, gentle nudges, the gradual rationing of affirmation and condemnation, praise when I was a good girl, admonishment when I was bad. Mistress had sculpted in me a perfect pet, utterly devoted,. "Now I want you to sign it, right here," Janice pointed to just below the word NIGHT. "Since you conveniently forgot your oath before, I thought that I should make sure you had a copy of your punishment oath right where you would need it the most!"Janice pulled out a permanent ink, black, felt-tip pen and handed it to me."Sign it?" I tremulously asked, taking the pen from her. Was she for real? Was this really my wife?"Yes!" she demanded. "Sign it! I have seven pairs here, one for each day of. That was good, no panties at the Christmas party might be bad. I wondered if Tony would spank me in front of everyone at the party. My mind started reeling again and my pussy tingled. I opened the curtain and stepped out. My mom smiled and said the dress was incredible. I heard something and looked to my side to see three young guys staring at me. I looked back quickly at Janie. I turned around slowly for her. She smiled and leaned towards me. It looked like she wanted to whisper. She teased me with her tight ass as she moved it in a serpentine motion. As if that wasn’t enough, she held the butt cheeks with her palms and spread them apart exposing her butthole.Me: (Sighed) Thank goodness I wasn’t holding my penis.Layla laughed mischievously and took out a toothbrush from the stand. She applied some lotion at the end of it and rubbed it all along the line.Pulling her left butt cheek, Layla inserted the tip of the toothbrush inside her butthole and pushed it in. She sighed.