" "Right get over here and stand with your feet on those two marks on the floor." Mistress indicated two marks on the tiled floor which were about 1 a...d a half meters apart. They were positioned about 3 meters directly in front of the web camera. In order to cover them with his to feet the slave would have to stretch his legs somewhat. In some ways it was slightly relaxing "I want you to stand with you hand out straight, palm upwards facing the front." "Yes Mistress" "Don't say yes Mistress. It’s alright now.’ he whispered, putting his other hand on the back of her neck as she pressed her face into his chest. She slowly unfolded her arms and wrapped them around him, squeezing tight. He continued holding until her muffled crying abated. ‘You kicked me in the ribs.’ he whispered when he thought she had more or less collected herself again. She drew her face back from his now damp shirt and looked up at him uncertainly. ‘What?’ Leer smiled. ‘You kicked me in the ribs when i tried to. She'd opened a bottle of wine, filled a bowl with the sweets from their childhood, sherbet, dolly mixture, cola bottles, that kind of thing. Finally she dug out the nightie she'd last worn a fair few years before. It was shimmery, with some kind of sewn in sparkly glitter of the type she'd thought so cool as a teenager. She'd grown taller since then though as when she put it on it barely skimmed her bottom. Emma had agreed after their last sleepover before uni started that they'd keep their. " I don't like this," he muttered. "I don't like any part of it!" But you'll do it," said Mildred. "You know very well that you'll do it!"Doris felt another hand touching her buttocks; gently this time, tenderly."Oh, Doctor," she moaned, "don't hurt me--I've been hurt enough already!" Don't worry, my dear," he whispered, "this won't cause you any pain."She felt a slim tube being inserted up her sore asshole and jerked herself."Just keep still," he murmured. "You'll like this, Doris, really like.