He lifted my wife to a standing position, guiding her by her ponytails; slapping her on the bare ass, his voice was a strong hiss in her face. "Yes, y...u are a good little girl. I'll be back, sweety; and next time I'm here, you immediately go to the bedroom to prepare yourself. I want you in ponytails, with bright red lipstick, and naked waiting for me on the bed. Do you understand me?"Anna was completely humbled, completely in the role he wanted as she replied with a meek little girl voice.. ..Mistress Saskia said, "Yes Empress. We will give the slut her clothes back on one condition.. The slut kneels outside the door for 5 minutes as she is and then she will get her bag of clothes back as promised."I was so happy she had decided i could have them as i was at least 8 miles from home and had nothing else with me or in the car other than the sissy undies in which i knelt. On the other hand i was panicking at the fact they were going to make me wait on the communal landing outside. You never go out on dates with guys that you don’t know well. Or at least you meet for coffee before going off to someplace you don’t even know. But there was something about this guy. It wasn’t just his good looks or his tall athletic build. It was something about the way he carried himself. A slow fluidity, a smoothness, a confidence. Like he knew just where he was going all the time. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema. “By the time you find it, it will have already been sent out to nearly everyone in school” he laughed loudly as he glanced over at his computer. She turned to see the picture pasted onto an email, with the title Shelly Bellwood’s Shower Scene, but the camera still wasn’t in sight, she knew he’d have a backup. “All I have to do is press send and everyone will see what a slut you really are.” Andrew sat up on the edge of his bed with that evil grin as he looked up from his sister’s ass, “that is,.