They were all about either kissing the guys or the girls but then one asshole decided to mess things up and said to me "I dare you to go into the teac...er's room and steal her underwear". He thought I wouldn't do it. I simply took another swig of vodka and got up and quietly made my way to their room. When I got there the door was open. I creeped in and went to the wardrobe. I seen her case and opened it and picked up a pair of pink panties. I admit, I sniffed them first!Then I heard the shower. ”“Okay, okay,” she said, picking up her phone, “I’ll tell him… What? What did you say?”“Sweetie pie, this one’s a keeper.”“But, but… he beat me!”“Yeah, and you came again and again, like a cat in heat, making way too much noise and begging for more.”“I didn’t make a lot of noise… At least, I don’t think I was loud… anyway, that’s not the point.”“So what is the point?”“Well… the point is that he was mean to me. And besides, sex slave? Like I can put that on a resume?”“Girl, the only way he was. Her waist was nipped toan impossibly tiny eighteen inches.More striking was what her terribly short petticoated skirt revealed.Her tiny clitty, which protruded out from open white lace panties, had ametal band about its shaft that was secured by rivets going through herclitty. A silver bell similar, but smaller, to what Prissy had worn thenight before dangled from a ring mounted to sheath's underside.The remainder of her bizarre outfit was basically what she wore to servedinner - white lace. "Eyes straight ahead." Yes, Mistress," not daring to rub my bum which was sore from the slap."Not bad, sissy, not bad at all. I think you'll do." Thank you Mistress Fiona."Fiona said that I should learn how to serve properly before I got to theparty. I was confused, how difficult could it be to serve someone adrink. She asked me to pretend as if I was serving her a drink. She satdown and clicked her fingers at me and I walked across to her and stoodthere waiting."No. no. no, that won't do at.