Howwould Master further use me? The note on the door said to go to bedroomand prepare. On the bed was a beautiful white bridal corset white openback...panties, matching stockings and white shoes and, of course, brightred lipstick. The red wig again ? master seemed to be partial toredheads. And a pair of long, dangling clip-on earrings. I hurriedlyput them on, knowing I couldn?t make my man wait. I got on the bed,trying to look as seductive as possible, and waited. Master came indressed,. The next year his mom married a football coach and they moved to anotherschool district. He changed his last name to match his new step-dad andwhen puberty hit him and he bulked out his step-dad taught him the game.He found he had a talent for the game and it allowed him to get back atall the guys that had made fun of him. His team crushed the team from hisformer school and he personally sent two of his tormentors to the bench.he sought out the girl who'd humiliated him and with the help of a. The slave beams at the praise, happy that she has pleased her Mistress. She knows the smallest thing can set her Mistress off and she doesn’t want to be the cause of her Mistress’ displeasure. Her backside still is slightly sore from the last time she faced her Mistress’ wrath. The slave watches as her Mistress walks into the kitchen hoping she will be pleased. The slave has spent hours making sure everything was just the way she knew she wanted. She has cooked the fried rice and chicken she. I was expecting a shorter job title… like a fluffer, or something like that.“So… do all your staff know that I'm your daughter?” I asked curiously.My dad just shrugged. He didn't seem very concerned about it, but that didn't really help me. He put down his newspaper and got up from the couch. I still didn't know what was ok to tell people and what wasn’t."Okay, so…" dad said as he walked behind his desk and took a seat. "What do you think of the office?" Dad, it's so nice! I had no idea the.