"Tell me Mary. How old were you when you got your cherry popped?" Mary tried to concentrate on the question but found it difficult as she nearedorgasm... "On my tenth birthday, after my friends had all been picked up frommy party by their mothers, my Dad and the fathers of six of the girls who attendedmy party raped me." "Really? And what did your mother do while the men were giving you a birthdaybanging?" "Mother, took the video of the birthday party and the gang-bang. She thenhanded the camera. Dean had wanted so much to punch the Monk when he saw Rachel over his knee,but he knew if he had done both she and he would be much more trouble,he had to bear the indignity of watching the Monk grinning with pleasure as he brought his hand down on Rachel's bare bottom.Further indignity was in store as Dean lay over the Monk's knee,bare bottom exposed.He could feel the Monk touching and groping his bottom before spanking him.Afterwards the look on the Monk's face said it all,he was most. We'll go shopping for some new clothes." I said and she looked at me and smiled.Martha drove us into town and we parked near the shops, Wendy seemed a bit low as we entered the first shop, which catered for young and trendy girls, I asked her what was wrong? "I've never chosen my own clothes before . . . I don't know what to do." She said her face going red with shame.I called over a sales assistant and told her that I wanted my daughter, Wendy beamed as I said that, to be dressed completely as. They were even kept and reared like wild animalsor just hunted and captured in jungles by slave-traders. My effeminateattire was what all slaves here wore, as were the metal anklets on myfeet. Even the red nail polish was a symbol of slavery.My mistress gradually trained me to be her effeminate slave. I soonlearned to cook and clean and take care of mistress's needs. I had tokiss her feet in the morning and night and whenever she asked me to. Iwas whipped when she wanted to punish me. She would.