Jason was glad that the weather was panning out this weekend. He took a deep breath and enjoyed the smells that surrounded him.He stepped over to the ...ire pit and saw that there were still some embers left from the fire. He was glad that he put those logs on last night, as they burned down to almost nothing. Grabbing some kindling, he set it amongst the embers and stirred them up, setting the sticks aflame. Once they’d caught nicely, Jason grabbed a couple of smallish logs that Jack had chopped. The mutual fund that he managed had performed at 7% and had netted the company a nice 10%. It had been a very good year for him and the company, but not so much for the people whose money he was managing.Skip was a married man, but wasn’t all that committed to his marriage. Rather than share the good news with his wife, he was off to visit his mistress to celebrate the good news. She was extremely good looking, but rather expensive to maintain. Still, she made him feel like a success.He never. They tried a pair on Andreas. He had no idea of how to walk in them. They considered that managing to walk in the costume would be difficult enough for him, without adding unfamiliar high heels.Andreas was much shorter than any recent Earth Maiden, even if she had been barefoot. The seamstresses set to, pin tucking the skirts, petticoats and apron with multiple rows, reducing their length by a third. That added to their bulk but the length just cleared the ground.Andreas had only ever seen the. Giggles erupted from the watching crowd of women, who began to excitedly chatter and demand their turn to write something humiliating and demeaning on their naked captive.Claire was dragged to her feet and held steady by her wrists by two of the women whilst the women thronged around her, holding lipsticks and eyeliner pencils, all eager to scrawl degrading words on the nude slave's flesh.“Noooooo, pleeeeeeease,” squealed Claire, struggling half-heartedly in the grasp of the women, “Don’t..