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There's no alternative really, so I nervously raise my delicate hand, feeling all eyes turn to me. A path opens up between me and him, and I flush. "Come forwards then Angel," he asks with a soft smile, and my high heels almost echoing in the otherwise silent office I walk up to him. Smiling he offers his hand to me, and I tentyatively hold mine out in response. He takes it, dwarfing it in his mighty paw and shakes it, "I'm truly sorry for what happened angel, I didn't know what sort of creep we had there..." "I.. it's quite alright Sir," I respond trembling, even though he's holding my hand gently I can feel the strength there. "I.. I'm okay now..." "I'm very glad to hear it, and rest assured, Graham isn't in a position to threaten any of you free sissy's any more," He's looking in my eyes as he says that, but then raises his gaze to scan the room, "All the guards know, if they involve them selves with the 'girls' here, they obey the rules, or they get sent to Mistress Raven. Don't they?" There's a slightly nervous chorus of yes-sirs from the guards, and nervous titters from the class... I wish he'd let go of my hand though... "Well then Angel, if you'll forgive me, I'll leave you back in the firm, but capable hands of Miss Thorne, and I hope if we meet again, it will be under better circumstances." "Yes Sir.. thank you sir," I reply then blush again as he brings my hand up to his lips to kiss it.. I can't help but curtsey in return. There's a funny, sad sort of look in his eyes as he releases my hand and returns to his office.. I watch him go, a little confused, until Mistress Thorne interrupts my reverie. "Right class, if you've finished giving your room numbers to the guards it's time to move on. It's a nice day so I think we'll add the stables to our intinerary. Form up!" We all scurry to our places, some of the girls blushing incredibly brightly at the mention of the stables, and ooh.. there are barbies in ponygirl outfits on the back of their bags... I squirm as I stand in line feeling my cock stiffen... "Follow me class," Mistress Thorne walks off, and I'm close to her this time, and glancing over her shoulder I can see her check sheet mostly covered with red crosses with the odd green tick. She must have noticed me peeking because she glances back at me and grins.. ooh.. that makes me feel funny.. in a good way... We troop along the corridors to big double doors with two particulatly scary looking guards, one female, one male. Mistress Thorne has to sign us out and press her hand against a scanner before the doors will open. We step out onto a broad paved path along a large green area. Looking around I can see it is surrounded by the other buildings in the complex.. the grounds are large, so the actual complex must be huge! But.. I guess that makes sense, a number of seemingly unrelated buisinesses all set up around this central hub. Mistress Thorne leads us off at a brisk pace, and soon some of the class are whinging. I'm certain that a few more red crosses go on her form! Meanwhile I scan the grounds, a few trees, a cluster of buildings that look like stables and several fenced off areas. There's also a number of broad tracks, and we start to walk along them. I guess we're half way across when I hear something behind us, and so, obviously does Mistress Thorne. I'm uncertain of the meaning of her expression as she orders us off the track, and I wish I could see her eyes, those dark glasses make her so hard to read! We get off the track and are soon lined up, neatly, as a buggy, pulled by two.. pony boi/girls comes up. There's a shout from the top, and a tug at the reins pulling their heads back and making them stop... They're gorgeous... tall blondes, their hair pulled back as manes, heavy black bridles and tack agains their pale skins. Their mouths are filled with shiny bits with little flecks of drool on them, and they're breathing heavily, their.. flanks heaving within tight corsetry. Their breasts are on display and pierced with hoops from which little bells hang, and their heads kept bolt upright by stern posture collars. Their arms are held behind them, wrists to elbows in tight arm binders, andsStockings are attached from their corsets, covered in turn by thigh high pony boots, with polished hooves, they look ferociously high, but incredibly sexy... Of course everyones attention switches to their crotches, their large penises held upright in strappy harnesses, but also with electrodes perssed agains then, and a battery pack attached to their hips.. wow.. that's a discipline system, there's also big pony tails which must be attached to but plug's rising from their backs and brushing against their legs... We're all so mesemerised by the sight, that at first we don't notice the rider of the buggy as she gets down from it, but that's a mistake. She's tiny.. must be less than 5ft, but with massive heels on her crimson thigh high boots to compensate for that. Her tight leather pants show off taught thighs, and a gorgeously pert ass, and her crimson corset top display's her perfect breasts. But her face is the most noticeable feature, she's totally gorgeous, fine delicate features beneath fiery red hair, only slightly spoiled by the look of distaste she gives us... "Well Thorne, brought your class to see me again?" she says looking us up and down. "Yes Circe," she says, and the woman frowns, "I think you know some of them?" She shakes her head, as I struggle to recal where I've heard that name before. "I don't fraternise with the livestock." She pats the side of one of her ponies, "But that's not to say I don't treat them well if they serve me well.. these are my second best pair, but they do try so hard." The girl twitches and nickers into the bit and Circe slips a little treat into her mouth through the gag. The whole scene is giving me strong emotions, and I hear Mistress Thorne whisper into my ear, "I do love a nice ponygirl Angel..." I shudder, and my cock suddenly goes from stiffening to rock hard, to match those of many of the other girls... "So I expect you want me to give your slut's a little lesson?" Circe says, "Do you still think they're actually worth speaking to?" Mitress Thorne grins at her. "You know the rules.. Circe, and this is part of your job." She scowls, her angelic features twisting, but she nods, "Very well, I have a new pony I'm going to be training. I'll be able to take my irritation over this out on it." She gesutres to the back of the buggy, where another sissy is attached. This one is also wearing pony boots, and a corset with her hands bound behind her back. But she is blindfold above her bridle and the gear looks both tattier and harsher than that on the other pony girls.. and she looks sort of familiar... oh.. oh... it's the maid from last night! This is where officer Morton brought her... oh.. is this her future now? As a pony?" But Circe has a riding crop in her hand and brings it down hard on the buggy to capture our attention. We all stand smartly, and nervously, but I can't help noticing the way the pony's flinch. "Right then... 'class'" She says her voice dripping with disdain, "Some of you will already know what it's like to 'play' pony. Some of you come here every weekend for stabling and training, for some of you it is your 'choice' for others it is their owners choice. I expect most of you will be in on this basis sooner or later. Perhaps some have been sent to us for discipline and punishment? Or for a 'holiday'? Part time pony's here with us for a week, a month.. maybe two. Once a slut is here they are a pony 24/7 until release, no exceptions. We even have a vet, but don't break a leg or we'll have to shoot you..." There's a nervous giggle from the class at that one, and I'm sure most of the girls are squirming like me, torn between desire for the fantasy and fear of it. And that fear only adds to my arousal.. "Pony's do not speak, they do not have choices, they do not have hands. If they need to pee, they do it where they are... they are washed by our stable girls, tacked by our stable girls. They are, and you will be, beasts to me not people," She looks at us down her nose, "But at least if you are a good pony, I will treat that pony well... bad or disobedient ponies suffer." She gently strokes the cheek of her pony with the back of her hand, and it nickers softly in response, also I can see it's cock stiffening slightly in it's strapping, "Oh yes... good ponies like Teal here get to cum sometimes too.. and they do look forwards to it, don't you girl?" The pony girl whickers slighty and rubs her cheek against Circe's hand, which makes the domme smile, before turning back to us, "However.. we have very few 'good' ponies and a lot of bad ones. I believe now is the time to mention the third group who come to us... the full time ponies, like Teal and Treacle here. All of they have signed a contract and waiver, giving themselves to me. The mininum contract is five years, the maximum is life. Teal is a lifer, Treacle is here for ten, however many ponies find they can't manage when they're time is up and come right back to us, like teal did three years ago..." I'm squirming even more.. the idea of being a pony girl for years, or for life is such a rush! But also horrifying... "But don't worry, we keep up their surgeries and their treatments, even our oldest ponies don't look a day over thirty. It can be so hard to tell which ones are coming to the end of their useful lives..." She gives us a cold look, then continues, "And some of our life ponies didn't exactly plan to join us... they signed a contract as staff or sissies, stating if they misbehaved or their owners decided to, that they would be ours. My new pony is one of them, she signed the contract of life long commitment to her mistress.. who tired of her and gave her to us a few weeks later.." Circe laughs and the ex-maid-pony looks even more dejected, pulling at her reins slightly. I really can feel sorry for her now, despite her treatment of me... she's been used by Miss Black in a rather horrid way. I shudder at the thought, but it doesn't quench my arousal... fuck... I'm a total pervert.. Circe looks at Mistress Thorne. "Well then, does that satisfy you?" Mistress Thorne scans us, her scared and horny wards, and nods, "Yes.. I think they get the picture. Tell me who gave you your new toy?" "Oh Thorne, you know I can't tell you that," Circe says grinning, "But I think they're clearing room for a new slave.. better watch out for your class..." With that she climbs back into the buggy and flicks the reins. Immediately 'Teal' and 'Treacle' set off high stepping and pulling the buggy forwards. In their blinkers and posture collars they can't really see us, but I wonder whether they would if they could.. are they just ponies now? Do they miss being people? Why does this make me so fucking horny? "Right then class, just one more stop and we'll be done," Mistress Thorne says setting off, then glances back and scans the number of tented school skirts behind her, "Or would you like to have a little wank before we set off?" There's another round of nervous giggling, including me this time, as we try and work out if she's serious or not, and some of the girls are already reaching under their skirts, before she raises an eyebrow and walks off, "Time for that later sissies, now come along." We follow her again, obediently, and I admit my eyes are a little fixated on her ass, in her tight suit skirt... there's nothing indecent about it, not like my slutty one, but it does look good on her. And her legs in the hose... the black court shoes on her feet... One of the other girls bumps into me, breaking me out of my reverie.. and stopping me from fantasising about being Mistress Thornes pony girl... which is just as well as we're re-entering the main building and I don't want my cock to be any harder that it already is. We move into another area off the office, and I think I've been here through another door... there's a couple of large desks, and Miss Cleo looks up from one with a cold smile... Miss Artemis sit's behind the other. I wondered why I'd not seen her around so much. Behind them sat at a tiny desk is a in a tight pink latex dress, her blonde hair over-styled around her head and her make-up rather over done. "We're here for the introduction to the fashion house?" Mistress Thorne says casually to Miss Cleo, "Do you think your nephew could get the designer? I know how he likes these class visits." Miss Cleo smiles, and turns to the sissy. "Well nephew, what do you say to the nice Mistress?" "P.. please aunt Cleo..." he asks in a high but still masculine voice. "Now now dear, you know better than that. Please follow your training or I'll have to punish you again, and I know you're still smarting from the last one." "Yes Auntie Cleo, I.. I'm sorry," He simpers, rising to his feet, the dress squeaking as he does so. He looks to Mistress Thorne, and again his latex dress protests as he curtsys, "Greetings Mistress, how may I serve you?" Mistress Thorne smiles at him, well really it's more of a grin, "You can go and fetch the chief designer, he's needed to give a brief lecture... and maybe find a couple of new models." "Yes Mistress, at once," he says, his dress squeaking as he moves upright, then he carefully walks towards the office, all of us watching the way the tight dress clings to his pert little ass... "Is he really your nephew Cleo?" Mistress Thorne asks, perching on the edge of her desk. "Oh yes.. he begged me to get him a job," Miss Cleo gives a nasty little giggle, "And what's a good auntie to do but oblige?" "He did know what you'd done to your husband didn't he?" Miss Cleo gives a dirty little laugh. "He does now... and I think he regrets the blow job he got from my maid just before he found out." "I can imagine," Mistress Thorne comments drily, which gets another laugh from Miss Cleo... Miss Artemis watches this exchange quietly, her eyes glancing at Diane who is standing to perfect attention, before her gaze continues to me and a wicked, gloating, smile crosses her face. I shiver at the thought of what her and Diane have in mind for me. The office door opens and a tall, very slim man walks out. His suite is mauve, but well tailored, and a heavy wrap is settled over his shoulders... looking at him I guess he's in his late fifties or early sixties... "Oh what a lovely collection of pretty girls you've brought me, my darling Thorne, a veritable garden of roses," He gushes, one hand gesturing towards us... I don't think I've ever seen anyone camper. "Now girls a quick lesson on what we do here, and then you'll get the chance to.. 'strut your stuff' as they say..." He finishes with an effeminate laugh, before composing himself, "Now girlies, after our plastic surgery department, the fashion house is the companies biggest earner... we specialise in high end coture and corsetry, with a side line in the highest quality costumes. Much better might I add then those ridiculous and ill fitting uniforms you are wearing," He gives a sniff, "My darling Thorne how can you let them go about like this?" Mistress Thorne smiles at him, "Because it amuses me.. and it educates them. Besides they like looking like slutty little tramps, don't you girls?" "Yes Mistress Thorne," we chorus, including me, though I'm blushing as I say it... "Still.. really," He sniffs, "We also do the best in fetish fashion, BDSM clothes and toys, and other things all pandering to various kinks and perversions." He grins. "I'm sure all of you will either have worn or are going to wear things from that range." "Now the very prettiest Sissy's model all our lines for both the over and under the counter fashions.. and my dear Thorne always brings me her girls to see if there's anyone who can make up the numbers.. so I'd like you all one at a time to walk down the office and back in your very best modelling poses..." One of the over chesty sissies goes first, practically pushing the others out of the way, and plumping up her chest before striding out with an exaggerated swagger... I guess there'd be no point in telling her that the observer is unlikely to be impressed with her feminine assests, but it would have been good if someone had reminded her of the cheap, undersized bra's were all wearing... Half way along the bra gives way with a ping of elastic, and with a rip of cheap cotton, the blouse gives way too... There's a squeal in pain then another of embarrasment, and she scuttles back into line. Most of the class are giggling and snickering, I force myself to keep a straight face. He just sighs and indicates the next girl... Most of the girls over-do the poses, and more have embarrasing and painful costume failures, one more bra and three garter belts... I admire the way one girl continues even though I'm sure it snapped up and pinged her in the balls. She gets a nod for that.. and I think she's in with a shout at modelling.. Finally it's my turn, and I compose myself and shake my hair out before walking out, one hand on my hip. I do the model walk and stop to pout at the end, pushing out my hip. Teenage cross-dressing and playing infront of my parent's mirror seems to be paying off.. even if I'm not really sure I want to be a model. However when I strut back then return to my place, the jealous look from Diane, and the pleased smile from Mistress Thorne makes it all worth while. The remainder of the class take their turns, and then we stand waiting for Mistress Thorne, and the designer to discuss a few things.. I notice they keep glancing in my direction... and the other girls are looking at me with jealousy. Once again I feel like I'm being singled out.. Finally whatever discussion they are having is finished and Mistress Thorne slides off the desk, "Well thank you for that... but now my class have to return to their school room, and their little treat." "Hmm..." He grins. "And I'm sure it'll be a tasty treat... you will have to bring one over for my new receptionist." The sissy looks up at him nervously, and all three domme's look at her and laugh. "Consider it done, I'll have one of the girls bring one over straight after class," Mistress Thorne says smiling, "Now line up girls, time to go back to class. Diane, Cherry, take the lead hand in hand, I know you both know the way to go, the rest of you sissies pair up and follow them." "Yes Mistress Thorne," we chorus, and the two nominated sissies hold hands, and start to lead off. Cherry's teddy is bent over with it's ass bright red... of course her fetish was spanking...and Diane's.. ooh is in latex, with a few strategic cut outs.. interesting. I fall in line with the others and reluctantly clasp the hand of the sissy next to me. Her panties seem to be loose, as we walk along she has to keep reaching down to pull them up.. "Teachers pet!" she whispers in a whiney tone to me, "With your perfect uniform... it's not fair!" I wince, it's only perfect 'cause there's a knot in the suspender belt, and I've glued the clasp together, but I really don't think it's the time to say that, and besides I doubt she'll believe me... And then there's a squeal from her, as Mistress Thorne's crop taps her on the thigh. "No talking in line girls!" She nods and hurries up, taking the time to shoot me a look that shows she blames me for that as well... I just can't help making friends around here... We traipse back through the corridors and into the office, before Cherry and Diane stop outside the classroom door still holding hands. Cherry looks back to Mistress Thorne for instructions whilst Diane stares resolutely ahead. "Open the door for me Cherry," says Mistress Thorne making her way up through the class, and as Cherry opens the door, walking through it. She turns to us in the doorway, "Now each of you will come in one by one, walk up to the desk, perform your best curtsy and kiss my shoe, before going to sit at your desks. Please your hands on either side of your treat, but do not touch in unless I say you can. Understood?" She waits for the chorus of "Yes Mistress Thorne's" before walking in and perching herself on the edge of the desk and crossing her legs... Cherry glances at Diane, then releases her hand and walks forward. She drops an elegant curtsy, though she flashes her arse and I can see it's as red as her teddies, before delicately planting a kiss on the black patent leather of Mistress Thorne's stilletoe. The she walks and sits primly at her desk. Diane follows suit, and I realise both her and Cherry's uniforms look undamaged, making them an exception, just like me. Diane follows the instructions perfectly... even to kissing Mistress Thorne's shoe. The next girl in is a mess, her bra has given way, her boobs are hanging out, and she has runs in bothe her stockings. Even worse as she curtsy's one of the suspenders gives way and pings her on the arse making her squeal... and she goes to her desk whimpering slightly. Another couple of girls go in, both with their uniform's the worse for wear, then it is my turn. I walk nervously to Mistress Thorne, hoping I'm walking correctly and doing my very best Maid curtsy. She slowly crosses her legs as I do so, giving me a flash up her skirt, which makes a soft moan escape my lips, before I lovingly kiss her shoe and walk back to my desk. There's a large cock-shaped lolly on the desk.. the treat I guess, and I carefully put my hands on either side of it. Fortunately unlike some of the other girls it's not hard for me to resist it... After all the class have made their entrances, Mistress Thorne scans the class, through her dark glasses... I wonder why she's not taken them off during this tour? "Right Sissies," she says picking up a spare lolly, "I hope you enjoyed finding out more about your work place..." "Yes Mistress Thorne, thank you Mistress Thorne," We chorus, then there's a moan from some of the class as she starts to slide the lolly between her fingers.. pumping it even. "Good now.. all you need to do is sit there for five minutes without moving, eyes on your desk, whilst I tot up your marks for the lesson," As she says this she brings the lolli up near her mouth and blows on it... eliciting more groans. "Hmm... this does look tasty..." With that she slides off the desk and moves to sit more conventionally behind it.. which reminds me of my place last time she was there. I lower my head as much to hide the spreading blush, as to follow her orders. I guess it's only about a minute before one sissie gives a despairing little moan, and I hear the sound of sucking... wow she must really like cocks! But the I hear another, and another give in, as well as a few whimpers of frustration. "Time's up," Mistress Thorne says, and we look up to see her standing up from the desk. "Cherry, Diane, Angel come up here." "Yes Mistress Thorne we say rising carefully to our feet, and trotting over, before standing like good little girls before her. "Turn around to face the class and bend over," she orders, and blushing we obey. "Excellent. Now the rest of you, can start sucking your little lolli's but you will also listen to me." There's a slightly muffled chorus of 'yes Mistress's' but she seems to accept that "Look at these three sluts!" I hear a slap and wince, but Cherry says, "Thank you Mistress Thorne." "All of you had ill fitting and poorly designed uniforms, but only these three..." There's another slap and a 'thank you Mistress Thorne' from Diane, "Had the wit to do something about it, and have managed to survive your field trip without any... accidents." I'm expecting it, but the hard slap on my arse isn't any less painful because of it. "Thank you Mistress Thorne," I say automatically. "Which means they are the top of the class today, the rest of you have all earned demerits... it looks like I have a lot of spanking to do," Mistress Thorne is smiling as she speaks, I'm sure of it. "You three, go stand behind my desk, facing the wall, hands on heads. I'll speak to you later. The rest, line up here for punishment, and to find if you're still in the class." The three of us hurry up behind the desk and stand as ordered, listening to the squeals and spanking, and girls either being told they've failed, or they need to improve their act. PA's apparently need to be able to do somethinking for themselves, but also follow orders. There's at least ten girls being spanked for dressing before make-up... so I did do it right. My arms are tired by the time all the spanking has finished, and sissy after sissy has left the room, but I hold position. Mistress Thorne then calls Cherry over... I hear five spanks, and Mistress Thorne congratulating her for her behaviour and giving her a free pass to the night-club. Cherry gives a happy little squeal and I can hear her.. skipping? Out. Diane is called up for similar treatment, ten spanks for her, but her reward is to deliver the lolly to the fashion house... and to spend the rest of the day with her Mistress. She thanks Mistress Thorne eagerly, but.. I dunno, Mistress Thornes voice indicates she's not sure that it's a treat. Anyway, Diane trots out of the class. I hear Mistress Thorne walk away down the room and close the door.. I think I hear her lock it as well... then return slowly. Gods this is torture, my arms really hurt now... I hear her get closer and closer, until she's right behind me, "Aren't you just the best little sissy?" she asks breathing in my ear. "I.. I don't know Mistress Thorne," I mumble nervously. She gives an earthy chuckle, "Don't be so modest, my little bitch... I'm actively trying to find things to punish you for, and you're just not doing them!" She blows in my ear and chuckles again, "How very disappointing..." "Sorry Mistress Thorne," I stammer, shivering slightly, intensely aware of her presence beside me. "You're sorry? Hmm... sorry for being a good girl?" She laughs again, "Maybe I should have left you with one of those 'cocksicles'? Would you have been a bad girl with that?" I blush and shake my head. "No Mistress Thorne." "So you'd have sucked it hungrily, eagerly? That's what good, cock starved, sissy sluts do... isn't it?" She moves her hand to gently stroke my back through the thin material of my blouse... her fingers tripping over my bra strap, as I whisper "Yes Mistress Thorne." "And is that what you are my little bitch? A good, cock starved, sissy slut?" "I... I'm not cock starved Mistress Thorne," I manage... "Oh? So you've had one recently have you?" She says with a laugh, and I blush deeper aware I've fallen into her little trap, what's even worse is it's actually true... "Y.. yes Mistress Thorne..." I whimper, almost sobbing, it's not something I want to be reminded of right now, or ever... Perhaps realising she's touched a nerve, Mistress Thorne changes tack, "Hmm.. well perhaps you've smuggled one it then.. let's search you... hold position." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, even though I long to lower my arms... She lowers herself so she's squating beside me, and carefully strokes my legs through the stockings , caressing the curves. Oh I love that feeling, and it makes my leg start to shake. "Keep still my bitch," She says, "Unless you want to be spanked?" "N.. no Mistress Thorne!" I squeak, stiffening, feeling her hands reaching up to explore the top of my thighs between my legs. "Oh.. defiance? You 'won't' keep still for me? She says, teasing... one finger sliding between my legs, pressing hard. "Ooh.." I groan. "I.. I will k..keep still Mistress Thorne!" I say her name as a shout as she grabs my cock and strokes it through my tight, tight panties, I'm trembling so hard, trying to keep still... I feel her rub one finger over the panties where they are stretched over the head of my cock... "Hmm.. a little moisture," she says softly, her spare hand moving to stroke my arse, "Is the little bitch about to pee? Or.. is she close to cumming?" "C.. close to c...cumming Mistress Thorne.." Then squeal again as she slaps my arse, even as she plays with my cock. "Well she'd better not cum now.. not when she has a hot date tonight..." she purrs squeezing my arse, "Does she have a hot date?" I tremble as one finger traces round the exquisitely sensitive base of my cockhead, and my scrambled brain tries to find words, "T... th.. the hot..hotest M.. Mi.. Mistress THORNE!" She laughs, seeming satisfied. "Really? That sounds intruiging... hmm she'd better not cum now then, her date might be disappointed... and we wouldn't want that would we?" "N.. no Mistress Thorne," I wimper, still shaking... I can feel the palms of my hands becoming sweaty as they rest on my head... She slaps my arse again, making me gasp. "Soo... what would stop her from cumming now... hmm? Would a spanking help?" "No Mistress Thorne!" I squeak, shaking my head, my hair brushing on my hands. "Why bitch? Why would a good painful spanking not take your mind of cumming?" she asks, though we both know the answer, "Come on sissy.. details..." "I.. if I... was g.. given a good, h.. hard spanking right now M.. Mistress Thorne, I.. I would cum in my panties..." I flush, then continue, "I.. I would cum so hard..." "I suppose if I told you to kneel and kiss my shoes, that would make you cum too?" She asks, "Making a sticky mess in your panties and skirt?" "I.. I think so Mistres Thorne.." I whimper, then after receiving another spank I correct myself, "Yes Mistress Thorne it would... it w... would make me cumm...." "Oh my bitch, what ever are we going to do with you?" She says as her hand moves from my cock, up across my stomach to my breast, stroking the curve of it, she reaches the nipple. "Hmm.. if I twist this, will you cum?" "I.. I don't know Mistress Thorne," I manage. "I don't think so..." "You'd better hope you're right bitch!" She snaps, making me tense, then cry out as she twists my nipple savagely, first one way and then the other, before harshly asking,"Well?" "I didn't cum Mistress Thorne," I whimper, my arousal reduced somewhat, so that I can feel the aching in my arms once again. "Feeling able to walk out the room without cumming perhaps?" she says, a hint of her amused tone returning. "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply meekly. "Kneel," She commands, and I instantly obey, sinking down before her, "Excellent, well then I hope you've enjoyed your little 'treat', but I think you need to go change now, you wouldn't want to be late this evening would you?" "No Mistress Thorne," I say, kneeling upright, hands behind my back, gaze lowered, like a well trained maid should do. "Well then... kiss my shoe to say goodbye, then scurry up to your room." "Yes Mistress Thorne," I reply, lowering my body down to kiss her shiny shoe, and wondering just what kind of date I'm going to have.. will it be a date... or another round of submission? "Go get your bag sissy, whilst I unlock the door," She orders, and I carefully walk to my desk, to pick up the item with it's bondage teddy... I look over to see her striding to the door, and blush, she's so hot. I do wonder why she's wearing dark glasses indoors though... "Right, door unlocked bitch, remember tonight, wear something sexy.. but suitable for a public date," she smiles, "We wouldn't want you to get into trouble until we're back at my place would we?" "N.. no Mistress Thorne," I say, walking up to her and the door, "Thank you Mistress Thorne." I wait in the doorway, and slightly tilt my head, offering her my cheek, there's a pause and a dry chuckle, then she slaps me hard on the cheek. "Oh you are a precious little bitch... now run along." "Yes Mistress!" I say with a curtsy and step out into the office.