"After Jo leaves, I think for a long time about what she has said. It makes perfect sense, of course. Why should the Master, or Mistress, have all the...responsibility of deciding what needs to be done and when? Of course it has to be the role of the slave to see what is needed too, and then to anticipate the owner's needs. Maybe, that's the problem I've been having with Joe. Or, he has been having with me. Maybe I need to think more about what he needs and not always seem to be pushing him. I need to check you for more rashes.”Joey resignedly removed his shirt, and Annie turned him around, exploring his torso. Tricia came with the cream and saw the rash. “Oh, my! What is that?”“Irritant contact dermatitis,” Annie answered, taking the cream. “Sometimes known as diaper rash.”“Diaper rash?” Joey asked embarrassedly.“In your case it comes from wearing the same clothes too long without washing them.” Annie said. She started putting cream on his rash. “Sweat builds up and irritates the. Two of them suckled on me at a time, in rotation. Of course, I had to lie to them to make sure they didn't spread the word around, or I'd have been breastfeeding the whole school. I suppose I could have done, come to think of it," she added reflectively.Loretta licked her lips. "What did you tell them? This lie?" I said that if they drank my milk, it would make their tits grow. It wasn't a bad story, considering I made it up on the spur of the moment. Yeah, right, I thought I was lying to them. John was to become a sissy fag slave for a bunch of sissys they put a sissy collar on john and locked it so he could not remove it.he was to wera 6in heels with ankle locks so he could not remove them they had him wear a bra,panties and garters that had a small chain running between them and locked so he could not take them off they took off johns cock cage and put a bright pink one on him by now i think john was wishing he was back waiting table because what they did next was a total.