"Do sluts cry, Brenda??" No Ma'am." Then these must be baby tears. Are you ready to be my baby now?"Not knowing what it all entailed, I stupidly said,..."Yes ma'am. I'll be your damn baby".I felt a crop on my cock as Mistress Lil admonished me for my dirty language, since babies aren't allowed to talk that way. Lil put my blindfold back on and left the room while Sue removed the weights and ball collar. Lil put a wet bar of Ivory soap in a wet cloth and returned to the dungeon. Seeing her Miss. That was part of my side of the agreement as Jason explained it to me: to always make myself presentable, attractive but always dressed appropriately for every situation. I never failed to look like perfection, turning heads at every public function.It came as no surprise when Jason's lawyer explained that it would all go to his only son Tony. Jason was always a businessman after all. I was disappointed, of course, hoping that his death would change the path of my life. Evidently, it was not to. She was quite a sporty girl so she only had a couple of plain Jane suits and one or two surfy-type bikinis in her wardrobe. Although she made a bin liner look fantastic, I was hoping for some items a little more revealing so I’d taken the liberty of ordering some suits online from a fairly famous and daring bikini shop.The bikinis arrived just in time and I snuck them in my suitcase without even looking if they were all accounted for and, more importantly, what they looked like in the flesh. I. .. We ... She is still - umh - n–not hers–self." Bring her anyway. No grandmother should be locked up in her chamber when her first grandchild is baptised." Y-yes, Lady," was all that Hunold could answer.The feast was a great success. Marja, Luise and Elsa, with Hedwig's help, had outdone themselves with their cooking. This was best proven by the fact that the baron secured one of Marja's deer liver pastries for himself and his wife, afterwards praising its taste as the finest he had ever.