Not all of her just parts, her tits, ass, the spine of herback, hands and her eye sockets were glowing."Jesus Beth you got fluorescent paint on." Beth...lips were a neon ovalas she took a depth breath, then pointed."Look on the wall." The TV was black but for a few words and somenumbers-The room must stay dark for ten minutes or you will never leave-"What the hell does he mean? It is dark." On the wall the black screen was counting down in small yellow numbers 9.59,9.58, 9.57...As if to answer. I had never been prettier,more feminine, more graceful, more submissive or more service minded.I praised my luck for having met Her.The Mistress was very focused on the art of submission. "Submission is tosurrender your mind." "When you surrender your mind, you do not give itaway. You keep your mind, but you improve it, you cultivate it toentirely focus on pleasing your Mistress." "The wonderful thing is thatit always can be better. Every day, you will enjoy improving your mind tobe one step. I let myself in the front door and strip down with my eyes still on the ground. Master has provided yellow panties, yellow bra, black fishnet stockings and yellow and black heels that match the yellow dress he has put out for me to wear. I don't ask questions, I know what is expected of me. I go to the spare room and put them on, along with my make up and walk into the living room where Master is waiting for me fully dressed. As I enter the room he yells "Cockslut, get me a beer."I reply "Yes. There were two men and two women who were absolutely torturing this guy and at least one other person who took the pictures. My cock was stirring and tenting my shorts as I assembled the pictures in what I felt was chronological order. This guy was held by the two guys as his clothes were cut with a large hunting knife, and torn away by the two naked women the rest of the images were hard to make out but it looked as if the two women were holding this guy as the two men took turns fucking him.