Strip... put your clothes in the basket and your personal items in the locker." She spoke in a tired fashion, putting her flattened hand out towards m... in a gesture similar to a traffic cop stopping a car at a junction. "Not another word. Go to it... Strip." I looked at her and then feeling utterly foolish began to stake my jacket off. I folded it and put it in the basket. Slowly and feeling utterly humiliated and ashamed, I undressed, occasionally glancing at the glass patrician, only to. The scenario she had picked was one of her favorites. As an Arcturan noblewoman, she would be served and serviced by her new slave. The costume, a flimsy turquoise thing, had already been laid out. Golden sandals and an assortment of jewelry, including an ornate choker necklace, completed her costume.Light of heart and bouncing of bosom, Ginger made her way through the corridors. The room she had chosen was decorated in a lavish, almost barbaric style. A bejeweled throne dominated the room,. Their fervent prayer at that Sunday service had been shared by many of their friends. The prayer had been that they find a solution to bring a baby into their lives. They were notified that they were next in line for a baby the following week. Suddenly, the Flynns were caught up in the bureaucratic nightmare of a state adoption and they hadn't attended church since. They did feel bad about it but were concerned about attending.Martha and Seth were worried about attending church with Sean. She ordered me to stand.“Ooooh, look at the sweet pussy lips. Walk to the wall and back.” I obeyed her and found I had to walk with my thighs together in order to keep my pussy lips. It made me walk like a street whore.“What is a bitch?”“Ummm…I…I am Mistress….”She reached out and pinched my pussy lips making me groan. I hadn’t notice Darla had come in and my ass suddenly stung from the slap of her hand, “Not WHO silly little cunt…WHAT!”“A dog Mistress’s…a female dog!”Lynne twisted my pussy.