If that’s not exotic then I have no idea what is. How do you get that saree to hang so perfectly and stay there?’ She smiled again and I noticed h...w natural the smile was. ‘Practice.’ She took my arm back through hers and we walked. Our heels (hers at least 5” and mine, 3”) clicked on the slate of the pathway that led us through a small, curved avenue of trees that suddenly ended with a view of the lake that sat like a jewel in Lilly’s huge garden. A long granite bench seat was placed. Diner had been informal and we had sat aroundthe table chatting until late and drinking more wine than was good forus. We weren't used to it and my sister and I were giggly as we wereled, hand in hand, up the wide staircase into the 'Mistress-Bedroom'. Isuppose that that should have read 'Master' but the word was totallyinappropriate in every way imaginable.Even before Mom eagerly pulled us in through the door she had begun toalmost rip our clothes off with a burning urgency that was born out. Shes forgotten that just a few short years ago she was basicly my sex slave. Now she thinks shes some sort of suburban princess. I needed to figure out a way to put her back in her place. I have to remind her that I own her. She needs to be retrained. To do that I would need to do something way over the top. Its real simple I had to turn her pussy out. I had to put her in a position were she had no choices. I know her sexual tastes. I know that shes attracted to black guys, I know she never. She leantacross and allowed further sweat to drip into the bowl. She closed hereyes and conjured up an image of the missing clothes chanting in astrange tongue. Yinaika yinaika yineste, repeating the phrase over andover as she went deeper and deeper into a trance.The contents of the bowl appeared to shimmer and wisps of incandescentsmoke began to drift from the bowl gathering in a cloud above her beforedrifting towards the vent in the wall. The cloud exited the building andheaded unseen over.