When she had finished she slipped her fingers into my mouth to lick. I felt like a puppy being stroked.For a couple of weeks after Mistress Jenny spok... to me the routine stayed the same. I started to enjoy my life as a slave. I almost never saw the Mistress's of the household, and then only in passing. Then the routine changed. Miss Alain changed my pink dress for a red one and told me to get ready for the next training stage. She showed me a medallion in the shape of a rose."If anyone bearing. "Um, well, don't get mad ok." A slight nod had her continuing. "Each night before bed I'd give you a couple of sleeping pills. After your fall asleep I'd play a tape that I made. It works like hypnosis, the same set of words each night and eventually they would set in as a deep memory. I helped set it in for sure by having everything in the first person. I statements like, "I have long curly hair. I have no hair on my entire body except eye brows, eye lashes, and my long red hair." And I had. “You don’t remember his name, do you?” my son asked knowingly.“No, Master,” I admitted. This time I was sure, the boy heard me on the other side of the door.“Most people don’t,” Justin said that his friend’s name was Andrew, but to me, it would be Sir anyway. “All men are Sir, and all women are Ma’am except for your fellow sluts. Let him in and apologize for making him wait when you offer to remove his shoes and kiss his feet,” Justin said.He could tell from the mystified look on my face that I. ”“Ohhhh Mamma,” moaned the girl, darting a look at the open back doorway. “I feel so nervous around him.”“He’s just a man,” said Prudence. “A man who thinks you’re pretty. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, he thinks I’m pretty too!”“He said that?” Constance’s voice rose an octave.“He did, indeed!” said her mother, almost smiling.“You are pretty, Mamma,” said Constance, her eyes round.“Thank you,” said Prudence, squaring her shoulders. “Now, what shall we feed a man who thinks we’re both.