And then she was. Her finger touched my lips and I knew they were already swollen and my entrance wet and ready. Her finger slithered into the heat of...me and I raised my hips. Her finger instantly withdrew. I almost cried and let my bum rest again. She kissed my stomach and her finger entered me again and this time I managed to stay utterly still and she whispered, ‘Good girl.’ For anyone who is not a submissive it is hard to explain just how those two words make her feel. They are all she. The women flaunted their breasts while only covering their vagina with a piece of cotton material. It only covered their cunt lips and it had laces that were tied to their hips, with one of the laces passing right through their ass cracks.The tribe’s women wore less but elegant ornaments like a bead necklace, kamarband, and chunky anklets. The women bathed with natural sandalwood powder which was in abundance.While the men too just covered their huge penises in sack-like clothing which held. Mistress laid Dorothy on the padded top and locked her head into the stock at one end. On each side of the tabletop there were leather wrist restraints to which Dorothy was next locked into. Finally, her ankles were drawn up over her head and locked into the wooden stockade designed for them. Dorothy now lay on her back, her legs splayed lewdly apart and over her head and her wrists secured by her side. She was helpless, exposed and vulnerable with all of her holes open for the Mistress'. She asked him, Jim, Zoey, and Marlene to hang around for a little while to see if they could help in some way. There were no expectations about what the ‘informal’ visit was supposed to produce.Heather, the journalist, asked, “Renee, just what kind of place do you live in? Is this a condo or what?”Renee looked surprised, “I thought you knew. I am part of an intentional family. We all live together.”“I don’t understand; how’s that work?”Renee started to answer as Ellen rolled her eyes, “We are a.