They were warm colours, nature's last hurrah before the cold really took hold.And, of course, they were like fire.Fire.She loved fire; loved snuggling...up beside a big open fireplace, watching the flames flicker around the logs, the embers glowing brightly with almost fluorescent intensity. The light would dance on her face, alternately making her eyes flare red and disappear into shadow.Even just a candle flame could hold her undivided attention, flickering and flaring, twisting and turning,. "Miss Cindy spoke well of you, and I can see she used her own method ofcorrection..." She smiled tracing the almost none existent marks of mychastisement."But she said a maids dress is not proper for her lessons, so chooseone of your new outfits tomorrow," she ordered.That evening I spent kneeling at Mistresses side, seeing to her everywhim whilst surfing the net for guides on how to be more feminine. Ihad confided in a few of my online sissy friends as to my new evolvingsituation. Some were. ‘…hora mortis nostrae. Amen.’ chirped the little one, ‘But Lilac, my Ave means naught, it only makes me to sleep better.’ ‘You understand not, Nan, yet more on this later. For now, think you that you might keep a great secret, and never whisper it outside yourself?’ she asked gravely. ‘Aye.’ breathed Nan. ‘You must pledge me your word, by which all good folk are known to keep to truth. When you once give your word to do a thing, you must obey yourself to keep your honor that others might trust. Kelly lost Lisa in the foam. It was over her head and she was trying to find a place to breathe. It was hard to move with fingers in her cunt and guys pulling her to them. She had a death grip on her bottoms so she wouldn’t lose them. She finally got to a place where she could get air.Her top had been unhooked but was at least hanging from her neck. Her bottoms were halfway to her knees. The music was pounding and she was still dancing as best she could. She was struggling to get her top.