." What would I what?" Nina said as she walked up behind Brett.Deborah answered, "He doesn't know how you'd take him dressing up like asecretary for S...cretary's Day."Nina squinted her eyes for a second before she looked at Brett. Brettshook his head once more and said, "I didn't suggest this. I was justhelping out..." Don't be defensive, dear," Nina replied. She then paused and said, "Ithink this is pretty good idea." Why?" Brett shrieked.Brett's tone put a smile on Nina's face. She answered,. Some rich people offered money and connections but also only a hand full of them were accepted. Despite of some old freinds from his time as a politician it seems that the host decides absolute arbitrarily who he invites and who not.But then the strange things began. At first nobody seems to know where exactly the mansion is. Then there a reports of mission people who took a vacation. But all of them still call their family and friend regularly. They told them that they now work at servants at. Another worry was the pussy smell when I peed. That distinctive female smell of urine was hard to dismiss. But when faced with these things often you get creative. The real 'fun' started when I had my first period at work- How humiliating when you feel blood sipping through your panties! In the men's room you'll hardly find a tampon machine or sanitary towels. I had to sneak into the ladies room hoping not to get caught. I was lucky that time and I learned from that experience that I always. Then she stopped.“Upstairs, first door on the left, get changed into what’s on the bed, understand slave?” She had spoken like this in the chatroom but her voice made it a little frightening. “Well?, get a move on” she said smacking my ass.I didn’t need telling again, I was off and up the stairs while she vanished into the kitchen. This house was like any other, not a dungeon like people imagine D/s couples to always play in. I opened the door she told me to and found, well a bedroom, what else.