Hair, coffee brown, shoulder length combed straight, check, Full makeup bronzer, blusher, foundation, mascara, eyeliner and of course pretty pink lips...ick all in check and a flutter of my false eyelashes for good measure. Perfect, no sign of my male persona anywhere, except perhaps my small bulge at the lower centre of my dress, well, I was excited. So there she was looking back at me in the mirror, familiar eyes with a new look, a dirty slut that had been deprived for so long was finally going. The sensation of the clothes pins coming off hurt worse then going on. Mistress J continued to strike the clothes pins one at a time. Most of the time she paused between strikes. Sometimes she swatted two in rapid succession. Several of the pins took more than one swat to come off. Sometimes two would come off with one swat. There was no pattern to help Brenda prepare for the pain. Brenda cried out with each swat. The clothes pins on her nipples were particularly painful. Mistress J. I fell asleep in my clothes. She said she smelled you on them.”“Ohhh Nathan,” she said, great sadness in her voice.“You don’t understand!” he said. “I guess I don’t either, really, but she already knew, even before that. She said she heard it in your voice, and saw it in my eyes.”“What will we do?” asked Flossie, her eyes wetting up. Her worst fears were coming to fruition.“She told me to ask you to marry me,” he said, holding his breath.She looked up, confused. “What?”“She told me we couldn’t. I..."I cut her off. "Where is he?" He went back out to get some take-out for us. He thought it might be better if he wasn't here when we talked. He didn't want us to feel badly, Cully. He's very considerate, honey." He left you alone in his apartment?" I was incredulous."Yes, Cully, I'm making a pot of tea for us." Cully?" What?" Are you really alright with this?" Yes." Cully, what's the matter?" Girl, yes, it's going to be okay." Thank goodness, I was so worried about you." "When will you come.
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