I reveled in my new-found submissiveness, and every demand you made of me, every way in which you controlled my body, reminded me of it.One morning, a...ter dressing in the thin sundress that was all you allowed me to wear, you told me we'd be having company. You looked me over critically, telling me to make sure my cunt was shaved bare and to have an enema that afternoon. My skin tingled with anticipation, as I imagined what you had planned for me.You'd never shared me, but I often wondered what. ’ So that would be the plan he would exercise. He would start tonight and after a week Mistress Vanessa would be a memory. He got home that night and found some eye pleasing pictures on the internet to get some good fodder for the spank bank. He decided on one of a nice looking woman in some black silk stockings whose skirt was pulled up just enough to reveal her garter belts. He was a leg man after all and why not use a strong fetish to draw his attention elsewhere. He started to get himself. But modern day justice, the best I could dish out. I smiled wickedly at Tilda’s assaulter and fell into a fighting stance. ‘Come to me, you chicken shit mother fucker. Come on!!’ I screamed at him. ‘What, you can rape a dead girl but a live one is much to frightening to you?’ He bellowed in rage and rushed toward me. Oh this was going to be too easy. A mere second before he was to plow into me, I stepped aside and let him fall into his own friends. They pushed him back, causing him to fall to. “God, yes!” Miranda uttered, breathing hard with her excitement. “I nearly came when I sliced you!”“So did I, Darling,” Lisa replied, grinning at her favorite student. “For that, you get a reward – and the rest of you get to watch!”Mind linking with Miranda and her twin Murielle, she invited Miranda to squat down in front of her with her twin close by. Lisa slid one leg under Miranda so that her thigh brushed against Miranda’s crotch sling bikini bottoms and Miranda dropped forward on her knees.