I suggest keeping it in a safe place, you will only be able to use it when I say anyways [and I will be watching]. This weekend you begin Sissy School...Xoxo Daddy J. The note was a mix of excitement and terror. The pictures that were enclosed damning evidence of just the sort of antic Samantha gets into. The first photo was of Daddy’s cock in her mouth, her eyes watery and looking right into the camera. The second one showed her cum splattered face and a big grin. The third photo was split in. The horses were in the field at the moment and she was working on the first stall.It was hot in the barn. She opened all of the doors to get a breeze blowing through it. That helped, but it still didn’t cool her off enough to be comfortable.She thought about taking off her top and shorts. That would help but she hadn’t planned very well for the day. She was wearing panties under the cutoff jeans so that would work. But she had worn a halter top and removing that would have left her naked from. And focusing in, with almost disbelief she realizes its also been pierced with a taut string stretched from it up to between her breasts, to her pierced tongue being drawn downward across her chin.Silently, slowly shaking her head from side to side in disbelief, fingering her own aching clit as she allows her tongue to torpidly trace across her parted, moist lips, she hesitantly flips through a few more pages. Almost numb to the brutality of the escalating photos, seeing the still bound. Then, he made us an offer: if we are willing, he will be our Master. We can agree on a predefined time period, say 2 weeks to a month in which he will take care of us. It would be totally anonymous, and we would have his word that nothing we do together will be made known to anyone besides the three of us. Off course, there could be exceptions to this rule, but all three of us would have to agree on them first. We would wear masks to prevent any possibility of our playtime going public.He.