'Okay please strip down to your underpants' added Muriel. I felt my face go red as I slowly started to undress, until I was stood in my white Y fronts... wishing I had mother who bought me more exciting underwear.In the corner of my eye I could see Tracey had a smirk on her face, as Muriel pulled out all kinds of medical apparatus, before doing all kind of tests, listening to my heart, blood pressure, looking in my mouth and ears and testing my balance, Then things were to get a little more. Even when she put the strap-ondildo back on and fucked my ass, it was more like lovemaking thanrape. I felt loved and in returned knew that I would gladly servethis Mistress, even though it took my receiving pain to excite her.When she was satisfied, we fell asleep with me wrapped in her arms,feeling protected and secure.I was awakened to find full daylight when Mistress Zelda gotout of bed. Slave Becky was helping her dress and I lay quietlywatching her prepare to resume her stern Mistress. My hands wereshaking as I placed the things on her vanity. Eye shadow. Liner.Mascara. Lipstick. Powder. Blusher. I had thought she didn't use muchmakeup, and this stuff did not look thick or intense, but it woulddefinitely make a difference.But first the eyebrows. I didn't find her tweezers, she had probablytaken them to camp. So I raided Mom's room. Sitting at the vanity, Iturned on the little lights all around the mirror there and got towork.I tried to remember the exact shape of her brows. I would be ‘in charge’ and on my own. “We’ll look in on you on weekends and expect a full report, we know we can count on you,” she said smiling that sisterly smile of hers. “Who’s we?” I wanted to know, knowing. **The Wedding** Marcie had bought a new dining room table for the house across the street from where Mrs. P lived on Elm Street. Fully extended, the table seated two dozen people. She had me pick up enough chairs from Tad’s parents home to augment the eight chairs that came with the.