"Martha Jones, I know that you are not stupid, so I cannot understand why you are acting that way! If you don't start taking a more proactive part in ...he operation of our community, you are going to find yourself exiled to your own devices. And you know, or should know, that you would survive only a few days, at most, by yourself. I am not the only one who is pissed off at you, several people are all for pitching you out on your ear right now."Martha started to cry. "I do what I am asked to do,. NOW SAY IT, unless you want me to squeeze harder.”Fearing that she would really hurt him, Paul quickly said, “My name is Angela and I’m your sissy slave.”“Better,” Jayne told him. “Now do the washing up, Angela. Oh, and call me Mistress.”“Yes, Mistress.”It didn’t take Paul long to wash up, and when he’d finished, he joined Jayne in the lounge. She smiled at him and said, “It’s time to make you look more like the sissy that you are, Angela. Sit down and take your stockings off, but be careful, I. We played together as children, and she'd always want to be a slave, or a naughty child. Mum and Dad always went to play bridge on Thursday nights, and that's when we played her 'special' games. Sometimes I'd be a pirate, and capture her for ransom. She'd struggle, and we'd end up wrestling on the floor, and I'd have to take her clothes off and tie her up. Or I'd be a Pharaoh in ancient Egypt, and she'd dance for me naked. At other times she'd want me to be a Roman Centurion and she'd be a. In slow clear words I began to speak to Fiona as I pulled her towards me slightly so that she was now standing beside the bed but about level with my chest stomach area; my right hand still holding her left wrist albeit loosely."Now with your right hand take my dick Fiona," I asked.She hesitated but slowly raised her hand and moved it towards my solid shaft but stopped less than an inch away as doubt crept back in to her mind; and I imagined she was having the same battle with the naughty voice.