You blushed, butagreed, and I felt myself wetten as I sensed your submission. Sheplayfully painted your lips bright red. I suggested we find some more...akeup for you, and instructed you to wait on the sofa.We went to my bedroom, and changed. As we returned, your sissy-red lipsopened in surprise and pleasure. The black satin demi-cup bras weretouched with pink lace, matching the full-cut knickers we wore. Ourcorsets were black with pink lace piping, and our sheer black stockingswere bisected by. Next day. She's not there. I look towards the house. The gate is open. There's a big glass door to the house. She is behind it. Beckoning me towards her.I enter the gate. Tie Rex to the fence. Heart beating hard. Mouth dry. Cunt wet. I turn towards the house. She stands at the glass. Naked now.I walk forwards. Eyes fixed on hers. I stand before the glass breathing hard. I break her gaze. I look down at her breasts. Large. Beautifully formed. Large nipples. Stiff. Pointing at me. Down. Flat. She got the tightly stopped bottle down from the cupboard and noted it was half full thinking, I must get some more. She had used it on Hank to ‘help’ him sleep whenever he came home drunk. It made the beatings shorter. This time she only needed a small amount as she wanted Tom to come round fairly quickly. True to his word, Tom arrived back within the hour and was greeted by the sight of Linda in a simple shift dress. She suggested they go to the local supermarket as she needed some things to. Entering her bedroom, Tracy saw the list on the bed, but also saw a pile of trash bags and a fairly large box that was leaning against the foot of her bed. She stopped and looked, wondering what it could be. Maybe it was a nice gift and all of this would end. But, again, she would be wrong.Tracy went to the bed and read the list her two Mistresses had left her. And, suddenly she started crying and thought to herself, they can’t possibly want her to do this. She read the list again, still not.