I am a woman. Not only that I have seen you………..you know how. You just get up. Even if you can’t strip because of this pyjama take the kurta o...f. If you don’t I will tell the entire neighbourhood what I saw the other day. And also Sameera. At times I can be very very mean.” She added wickedly as an afterthought. “No, Don’t do that. I know you won’t.” Zoya spoke suddenly. “You are right. I won’t. But only if you do as I say.” She was insistent. Zoya got up hesitatingly and holding the kurta. They turned their heads to look at me, cheeks touching.“Alright,” it was too much, “but if it gets out you know it’s serious for me, okay?”“Yes we know,” Christina nodded, “but we’ve got one already, anyway.”That was true of course. A judge wouldn’t care about the quality.“Okay come on,” Christina came and started on my belt. “Angie can take one of you and me.”Angie was tugging my T-shirt up. In a moment I was naked and being towed towards the bed while Christina’s white cotton panties topped. If you are under the age of 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is. She was rail thin with mousey brown hair and almost no tits. Her Master came up onto the platform with her and before they began strapping her to the Wheel he said, “One last time, are you willing to submit to this punishment? Once the Wheel starts to turn, there is no safe word. You must endure the punishment until it ends.”Herr Dunkler called up from the ground where he was standing, “Yes, yes, that was all explained to her.”The Master called back curtly, “I know it was. I want to give her.