" Agatha smiled as the breasts of the Mistress began slowlydeflating. Within the space of no more than a handful of heartbeats,the once large proud tw...n mounds of flesh on her chest had become allbut non-existent. She could have easily passed for a young boy.I wanted to protest their actions, but couldn't."Don't worry about Effie, genie," said Hortense. Had she read mymind? "Your time will come soon enough," she smiled."And, as it should be, at the hands of your Mistress." Agatha smiledat me.. She too, had showered, and had put on a cropped, white, cotton top that showed off half her midriff, together with a pale-green short skirt that sat quite low on her hips. She sat down on the swing-couch and rocked back and forth. Over to the west, there was a flash of lightning, and some little while later, we heard a distant rumble."So did you buy anything nice today, Clare?" Ray asked."Not much really... just a camisole top and matching panties." Are you going to show us?" he continued.She. Does it take you awhile, using hand tools?" Thousands of hours per, yeah." He gave her a smirk and a wink. "You have no idea how hands on." He extended his hands, the nails perfectly clipped, the calluses buffed away. "These aren't my hands. These aren't who I am." He leaned in very close. "But I'm inside, always watching, always ... hands on."Reaching for his hands, she brushed her own across them, feeling the softness. But her imagination provided the difference in her mind, the difference. I went around behind her and raised her skirt over her back. She was wearing stockings and a black garter belt. Panties outside the suspender straps to permit easy lowering. Yes, she clearly had been expecting me to do this, or something similar. "Legs apart, Brenda, or your panties will slip down." I watched as she opened her legs wide, she knew I could see her pussy and her anus with her legs like this, but she didn't say anything in protest.I adjusted her panties so they were stretched.