Looking back, I could already see the screen door opening. We were done for.The kid's playhouse was about five feet away, and I made a dash for it. I ...queezed through the minuscule door into a tiny space, maybe three feet all around. I was just turning sideways, when Jan's face came in through the door. "Move!" she hissed."Where?" I whispered, turning as best as I could and getting my head up into the raised space in the back. It was a lousy position, all cramped and I couldn't see anything but. I've told you a couple of mylittle stories before. Well here's another fun little story ofmine. It all takes place over a little subbie who got it in herhead that she could have me do all those fun little punishmentsthat she wanted to try. And how did she want to accomplish this?Well I'll tell you, she thought she could do it by being bad. Iguess she didn't expect her Mistress to pick up on it soquickly.When I first met John I thought that I had made a mistake.Sometimes I don't introduce myself. “Hmmm, what to do with you my little slut.” He said as he traced a finger along my panty line and hooked it into the crotch, just softly enough to brush against my throbbing lips. He knew I was wet and that I wanted him. I knew I was not ready, I needed to be punished for the brazenness of being dressed in his presence. He pulled off my panties and inhaled my sex as he moved down my body; feeling his breath that close to my pussy ever fibre in my body wanted him inside me. He stood and slowly. A. the following Monday.By the time we got to L.A., Christi had developed a nice little plan;not demands, just a plan she hoped the studio execs would go along with.When we got to David's office, she was ready to lay all her cards on thetable. David spoke first and said that his superiors had decided thatmy voice was making them money, and had the potential to make them a lotmore; therefore, David was ordered to find a work-around.Christi told him that she thought she had just the work-around.