I asked her, “Do you have any idea why he would do that, slave?”She replied, “I think maybe because he just wanted to see if I could relate to w...at he was telling me, Sir.”I said, “I don’t think so, pet. I’m pretty sure that he was gathering information on just how much of a nasty little slave that you are. He was slowly but surely getting you to tell him how far you would go for me, and even better, finding out just how far that you HAVE gone for me. I’ll tell you something else, my little. He’d seen a lot of that: men forced to wait on women, while being dressed as maids. There were plenty of restaurants where men were dressed as waitresses. There seemed to be plenty of women that liked seeing men humiliated in that way, although he found it a bit of a contradiction. If women were so superior, how was it a humiliation to be forced to look like one?This was different, though. Why was he being asked to put on the traditional Chinese dress with its high collar, short sleeves, and. 'Remember how I used to tweak your puny little cock when you were in the shower?''Yes mom.''I'm going to have to teach you there's a penalty attached to being a mommy pussy lover,' she said. 'You want mommy's pussy? Well, you are going to have to do everything and anything your mommy asks you from now on. Is that understood?''Yes mommy,' I said from within her sexy cunt.'OK, then you may suffer at your leisure,' she said. 'Because now you have agreed, there will be no turning back. You will be. He slipped them under my shorts and started cutting them, working right up my side and starting on my shirt. Then he moved to the other side and did the same thing. In a matter of moments, I was naked on the table.I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress. Mr. Jones was standing between my legs, naked. We are sick and tired of all the teasing it is time for you to pay the piper. He moved closer to me, his hand reaching down, slipping a finger into my sex, working it in and out I.