A shruken head hanging by the window.Knives and wands. Crystals and bones. In the corner a puppet made from human bones covered in an oily wax. She ha... a full length tongue in its throat. Eye balls under waxs eyes. Claws from a wolf. Teeth from a wolf. Genitals of a donkey. And it was in chains from ankles to wrists. And a sigil carved in the chest with 'burn it, holy fire'. Carved under it.She slowly looked up. Feeling a presence in the room with her. She slowly stood up as the lights. "I dare you!"That did it. She knew I would never refuse a dare. Could I really get away with it? I could at least try. My VISA card just has my initials on it - Dr. DB Cybill - so there should be no trouble there. But what to pack? I pulled my garment bag out of the closet and set a few clothes on the bed. My masculine three-piece suit that I should wear for the meeting, a little black dress for evenings, underwear - all femme, of course - masculine dress shoes, a pair of black patent pumps. “I found a gentle loving older man to teach me and take care of me. I was really lucky.”Susan sighed, “I just wish I could be that lucky, even now.” Susan stopped and then exclaimed, “Shoot, I don’t have anything to wear except the dress I had on last night! And one of you has my panties.”Michelle laughed and Susan glared at her. Michelle said, “Silly, we don’t wear underwear as slaves, last night Master made me wear something special to go out, but I’m usually required to wear exactly what. In front of me he soaped himself down, his firm muscular torso and powerful legs and then He pushed me with my face against the tiled white wall and spread my legs. I felt his hands on my cheeks parting them before his cock found my hole and started to push in invading me. The soap acted as a lube and I eagerly felt myself being filled by his monster cock. With no inhibitions now I writhed against his body as he thrust deeply into me it was so good and a****listic, a hard, brutal fuck first.