That is the only name you need to know. Kayla is my most loyal and trusted slave, and only she knows my true name. If you must speak to her, you will ...all her Mistress. Even then, you will not speak without permission. She has been mine ever since the day she was enslaved at eighteen. She has served me unfailingly."Crack.The flogger falls again. The burning across your ass intensifies."Ah, enough talk. It is time to test your pain tolerance, toy."He presses the prod's metal contacts against. "Okay," Sophie said, taking a deep breath. "Thank you all for coming,and for the presents, it really means a lot to me." Come on," Abbey teased. "You can do better than that..." If you insist," Sophie sighed, before sitting down as her legsstarted to turn to jelly- an action that brought a look of concern toher friends' faces. "Though you may not like what I have to say." Why wouldn't we?" Amy asked, frowning in confusion."...Because I've not been entirely honest with all of you," Sophiesighed,. She dresses in today’s styles and wears the hottest in style glasses. Her attire and the way she carries herself just oozes sexuality. The summer dress she had on accented the flare in her hips and swell of her breasts. I tried not to make it obvious, but Veronica was the person I was looking at when I responded that I was good. I don’t think Brad picked up on it, but she certainly noticed and made it clear to me she did with a sly grin. The way she kept biting her bottom lip, told me she had. "David took a drink of beer. "You can say that again."A few minutes later, Daphne came downstairs, her hair done up, her makeup fixed even more beautifully than before. She was wearing the powder blue nightie that Amy had given her, no panties, and high heel shoes. David choked on his beer before she even reached the bottom of the steps and spun around to model. "Well, what do you two men think?" Mom! You're still... Mom, I can see you nipples! And your... where are your panties?!" Oh, Davy,.