You pull my hair and bite my neck, then whisper in my ear, "get on your knees slut", and I happily obey. Once I'm on my knees, you smack me on my ass ...o hard that it made me gasp and shed a tear, because it actually hurt. You rub the spot gently, before smacking it again and telling me, " you are my property to control and do with you as I wish". You start rubbing my pussy and clit, every so often slipping your finger and fucking me with it. Every time I grind back onto it, you pull it out and. Miss Simpson was with me in Chatsworth. I'vebrought her along to take charge of things here. I was appalledby the lack of protocol and discipline I encountered upon my arrival." The Lady Isabel glanced briefly at King Charles thenreplied, "I must say she certainly appears to be up to the task, whatever that may be.? Again the Queen smiled smugly. "Oh yes. You mightsay she's whipping things into place nicely." Then with asearching look at her stepdaughter she added, . Where is it safe for my eyes to peer?I forego my usual hobby and just lie back on my blanket. As I look up at the changing clouds, I realize there is something I must do. The "old me" was insecure about her body. And I don't want to be the "old me" anymore. There are no men here to judge me. I have nothing to fear from these women. I look around to see if anyone is watching. Stop it! Just do it. Quit being a pussy. And with that last thought, I lift my shirt up and over my head and place it on. "Yeah hiya," I replied as quickly as I could and walked past them.Mum appeared in the kitchen a few moments later with her dressing gown on and smiled tentatively at me. "Morning, we weren't expecting you back so early. We thought you'd be gone all day" Evidently," I replied, suppressing a small smirk as I buttered the bread. "It's OK. Ab ... Isobel warned me." She did, did she?" Mum asked and was joined by her naked partner who came up behind her and put his hands over her studded navel before.