We girls had a more responsible attitude. Besides, if we were going to dance on a stage we didn’t want to look stupid, did we? We had standards to m...intain. If nothing else, we wanted to be sure our costumes would fit. It wouldn’t do for a tit to fall out, would it? We shouldn’t have worried. Lisa was doing our costumes. She knows our sizes by heart. The men would just wear trousers and shirts with a sash tied around their waist. Our costumes were not too awful. We wore half-boots, tiered. They were Master’s favorite shoes for me to wear. I hadn’t had my shoes all day.I knew Master had taken them away before he left for work. But I didn’t know where he had hidden them. I wiggled my ass a little in anticipation, as I told him I didn’t know where my shoes were, and pressed up on to my tiptoes over the bed, lifting my ass and snatch for him to see. He snapped the riding crop down on the top of my ass, and I jumped. It stung, but my pussy twitched. He asked me if I liked being. Issues."I had to admit, it made sense. But it had one fatal flaw."But Mom," I said softly, "The sexy girl I was thinking about was you."She took in a breath sharply, and drew back a little as though the words were a terrifying snake rearing up at her. Her voice was heavy and breathless. "You mean...?" Yes, Mom. I wanted to take things further too." Her brow knotted again as she processed this new information, and I felt some rationalisation of my own was necessary. "Okay, Mom. You haven't had a. There's no gain in hiding anything from You, Sir. i only climaxed once while writing it, at the very end of the fantasy. i must admit, Sir, that i changed the premise a little. i hope that's ok. i imagined it was my Mentor, not my Master, who summoned me, and that i do not have a Master as yet. my Mentor called me and told me to come to the specified address after work instead of going home. here is what i imagined: when i arrived there, You opened the door and let me inside. in the foyer You.