"2.You will say "Yes Mistress Dyvia" anytime that Aaron or Veronica does.3. Before reading this you must be aroused.4. You will either have a rose in ...our left hand (whether a piece ofpaper with a picture, drawn or photo, or a real one), or a lipstick onyour lips with a color closely resembling a rose's.5.If you choose to send an email to me giving comments about this story,you will tell me how well you did in following the instructions above,including signing your name with "your property,". They are Mistress Lisa's best friends and have known me since before she started seriously to feminise me. Both of them encouraged her and helped when necessary. One of them seems to delight in my embarrassment in some types of clothes and the other is really sweet about it and always compliments me on my femininity.On the way there, Mistress Lisa was telling them about what I had done and how she intended to punish me for it. Both of them disapproved of my actions and said that I was lucky. Before I knew it I was joining Michelle in squirming, screaming and moaning as Leroy started his nearly impossible task. “Oh-my-God-your-nigger-dick-is-so-fucking-thick!” I gasped as I came. Loving the naughtiness of using the “n” word. He didn’t even have it inside me yet: he was still opening me up with his massive black monster. I felt the bed shaking and turned my head over to see that Brian had finally made it all the way into Michelle. Her eyes were rolled back into her head and she. He told me to relax and that it'd be over before I knew it. He was lying.I heard the tattoo gun kick back on and felt it begin to attack the top of the back of my left thigh. For over an hour he worked on that thigh before moving on to my right thigh. My entire body was throbbing from the combination of being stuck bent over this table and having this nagging pain shooting through my thighs. He would routinely take his off hand and rest it on my ass, enough to where I figured his dick was.