I really wanted to take the duvet and bed linen from our room because they'll go better with the flat's décor. But I felt guilty about doing that, be...ause they are the better quality and match our decoration. So I was going to take the guest room stuff. Now, there's no way I'm taking that. Sorry to ruin your décor, but I'll leave you to sleep in your shared bed. I guess it's appropriate to say you made it - you sleep in it." I shouldn't have said that, and I regretted it. The conversation was. Pain and servitude. The next words I heard from my Mistress were, "Strip, slave!" Eager to obey my Mistress and fearful of disobeying, I began to remove my clothing as quickly as possible. I removed my shoes and laid them aside, but as I pulled my shirt off and dropped it, I felt a hard and painful whack across my back. "Slaves do not just drop things on the floor of my home." A second whack. "Fold your clothes neatly and lay them on the chair." A sharp pain spread though my back muscles. I. "We're all girly boys in this house except Karen - and Viviane,of course. All the Mums wanted to see their sissy sons at the firstopportunity. I think my Mum wanted a daughter really, and she told me shewished she'd had a chance to dress me in pretty clothes herself."Although Annabel had already explained about "Viviane's girls", it hadn'tdawned on me until that moment that I was living in a houseful of them. Iasked about Karen. "Viviane needs her, "explained Annabel, "because sheknows how to. He pulled a chair to the center of the room before sitting down on it and pulling her into his lap with her facing him. He kissed her deep before sitting her on his cock, his length sliding deep inside her soaked cunt. “Ooohhh, I can’t believe this is gonna happen!” She moaned out as she took all of his cock. She began furiously riding his cock, overcome by the complete lust she was feeling for the guys that were going to completely take her. Over and over again, she slammed down on his hard.