There were some girls who asked for it, dressing like hookers, but even those who wore simple skirts and blouses had to put up with an incredible amou...t of shit.She walked a lot of lines to avoid trouble -- working hard to get the grades that would get her into college, but being careful not to be seen as a grind or a brain (not that the last was any real problem). And dressing down, but keeping it funky enough not to become the class joke.Those weren't lines her parents understood. Mom the. Now, after some early struggles, I had made enough headway that I had noproblem going out in a skirt and felt closer to whole than I ever had, andit gave me the strength to make this journey, to revisit my past.I put the map away, and sighed. I now kind of knew where I was, but I neededto figure out where I wanted to go, or rather, which order I wanted totackle things.I could start at the last place I lived while I was here, and work my waybackward, or I could start with the first place I had. Some details showed that the sweet slave was normally trained as a ponygirl. Her cute mouth was harshly gagged with a huge bit gag, and a second ponytail made of her hair dangled from her bottom, connected to a wide butt plug rammed up her arse.The slaves removed Vanessa’s ankle straps, but letting the legs bound to her body. Then the designated ponygirl started working onVanessa’s left foot and lower leg, then on the right ones, assisted by the other slave-maid pressing her weight on the. ” He smiled. “I wanted to know if maybe I could take you from behind.” That was all that he wanted? Hell I would have made him do it that way away, I was in a wild mood tonight.“If that is what you want but tomorrow you must stay clothed.” This made him a little sad but I had people visiting tomorrow. They were like us, they lived the lifestyle but the Dom was a male a very primal one at that and wouldn’t like his Sub seeing another male naked. “Since you have to stay clothed, you may worship.