I finish andcurtsey as required. She locks my collar back on and leads me to my cagein her room for the night. I am alive and alert to Her wishes as n...verbefore.In the morning my nappies are soaked through, and Mummy leads me from mycage and helps me up onto my change table in the nursery that she hascreated for me. I am dried and powdered before being put in nappies andpink plastic panties again. She leans over me and says, "I would like mydarling to be my sissy maid all day today." Would you. .. Everything that I'm wearing now was what you'veworn to bed a little over three hours ago: this sexy nightgown," thefalse Patricia said before lifting the bottom of her gown, ."..thisnice little red thong, and best of all... your wonderful hair."The fake Patricia added as 'she' brush 'her' delicate fingers throughthe length of 'her' stolen blonde tresses, appreciating their silkysmoothness and the sweet aroma. "Like I said... they're indeed in safehands...," he sneered in that same. Tonight he arrived and seated himself. The music even appeared to be marking time awaiting his attention. He went through the cigar lighting ritual and once it was alight the music ramped up as if the DJ had been prompted to do so.She went to her primal self, that place where rhythm is all and let herself be seduced be the pounding base line. Bump and grind, stretch and twist she became more sensual with every beat. Watching him watching her there was a new look in his eyes tonight, a harder. Physics happened to be her weakest class, so she paired with the smartest one which happen to be you, she hated that the most.She would often insult you in front of the class, today she made snide comment, "You are getting better, being a chicken", she then touches one of your fresh bruises on your leg and your chest. She gives an weird smile and apologized. The lecture quickly starts, you see her at her normal distance. At the midway point of class she was next to you, and her petite hands.