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SISSY by Sissy Property of: __________________ (part 2) Mistress hands Master an envelope which He stuffs inside His coat and leaves. Standing in front of Mistress, She then places a heavy steel collar around my neck, locking it. Introducing Herself, Mistress tells me about my new life. "Your name is now sissy. I'm Mistress Catherine. And this is my personal slave susan. I have just purchased you from you former Master. You will accept the fact that I now own you totally. First you will be trained to my specifications. I will then make you over into my vision of what you are. And what you will be is a French Maid and eventually a Lady's Maid. Discipline I assure you, will be both swift and strict. However it is not all work and no play. While I will not set you free, if you earn them I will grant small liberties. Susan will be your Training Mistress and later your immediate supervisor. I suggest that you listen and obey her completely." With that Mistress Catherine turned and walked from the room. Susan attached a leash to my collar and led me from the room. I followed her down the long dark hallway. She was about 5'4" tall with a classic hour glass figure. Her chest size was no less than 38C and her waist no more than 22 inches. The 36 inch hips completed the very tight package. I could see a corset in the figure, but how much and how tight, I didn't know until after my training was well under way. Blond hair topped her head and it was a pure golden blond, soft and shimmering, spilling down her back and covering her ass. The front was cut in long bangs that covered most of her forehead. I followed her as she opened a door and descended down a flight of stairs into the cellar. Like most cellars this one was cold, dark and damp, but it also was chilling. On the far wall were four heavy wooden doors. Each had a little barred window in it. Just in front of the doors sat several devices. Some of them I recognized from Master's. He either had them or photos of them. Others I did not recognize. However, there was no doubt about their use. They were instruments of torture In the overhead beams were many large steel rings and handing from some were lengths of chain. Susan stopped next to a standing stocks. My remaining clothing was removed and She placed me in the stocks. After She finished securing me Susan pulled back on my hair forcing my face up. Feeding Her breast one at a time into my mouth, She told me more about Herself, Mistress Catherine and their lives together. She also told me about my training and what was expected of me. "Before I came here I was a runaway or more accurately a throw away. I was 16 when my parents threw me out. I was very attractive and looked 19 and would fuck anything in pants and I mean anything. Well it got back to my parents and that night dad laid down the law. 'If I wanted to fuck so much, get out of his house. No whore was going to live under his roof. I could go to the big bad city and support myself as a cheap street walking hooker.' So I packed a bag and left on the night bus. When I got here, I got picked up by a big black guy. He feed me and promised to take care of me. When he got me to his place he raped me, not that I wouldn't have but he didn't give me any choice. Soon as he pulled out, he took a wire coat hanger and beat my ass. The next day he put me to work hooking for him. My first night Mistress pulls up to me in Her limo and hires my services. As we drive off, She asks about me and my life. When I tell Her about that fucking bastard, She told me to pull up my skirt. She examines my bruises and when She moved, I went to sit down. With a slap on my ass, She sharply told me to stand still. Pulling a tube of salve from the bar unit She applied it to my ass. She then told me I wouldn't go back to that slimball, that I would stay with Her and be Her girl. That night we did not make love, we just cuddled together in Her bed. Since then I have been trained to serve men and women as a total slave. I have worked my way up to being Mistress Catherine's lady's maid. And now I am a Mistress in Training. I will be running the house and later some of the businesses. You are slated to be my replacement. You will go through all the steps I went through plus one more. You will be my lady's maid before you serve Mistress in that capacity. During your initial training you will sleep down here. Later when you have shown the proper amount of progress you'll be in the maid's room in my suite. And later still in my bedroom. At all times you will call me Mistress or Mistress Susan. In Mistress Catherine's presence you will call me Training Mistress, Training Mistress Susan or Miss Susan. Of course you will address Mistress with all the respect due Her. Your tired, so that is enough for now, Nighty night." And with that She pulled away and went upstairs, leaving me in the stocks. At least She turned the lights out. It was late the next morning when Miss Susan released me from the stocks. I was so stiff and weak that I fell to the floor. And Miss Susan's only remark was. "Good you're in position to kiss my feet. Get busy." Shaking because I had to go so bad. I crawled to Her size 7 feet and spent many agonizing minutes kissing them. This was followed by 10 to 15 minutes kissing Her beautiful ass. Miss Susan then turned around and shoved Her twat into my mouth. Soon She was undulating to the rhyme of my mouth and tongue. Somewhere around thirty minutes later I couldn't hold it any more so as Miss Susan started to peak I pissed all over the floor. With a scream She jumped away. So for acting without permission and ruining Her pleasure, Miss Susan puts me over a whipping horse. After She hoses the floor and me down, She gives me 20 strokes with a cane. Fitting me in a diaper, she places me in a small wire cage. The next several days were spent there with only a bowl of water. Many times during the day Miss Susan would stick Her hand down the front of my diapers. If they were dry She would pat my head with a "Good girl." But if they were wet, She took a crop to my ass for 10 to 20 strokes. Then She would finish changing me. More than once She stuck Her hand in as I was pissing. The price for that insult was 15 to 20 strokes of the crop on the soles of my feet. Every time I begged to go to the toilet She would give me the back of Her hand. Then one day every time Miss Susan put Her hand in I was dry. By early evening I was beating the sides of the cage with my body from the need to piss. The tears were rolling down my face when Miss Susan finally showed up for a final check. This time when I begged to go potty She didn't cuff me, She gagged me instead. And when She stuck Her hand in She grasped my penis and started pumping. Upon my reaching a hard on, Miss Susan pulled me from the cage and stripping the diapers from me, threw me to the floor. "Piss." With relief I released myself and my piss shot all over my chest and face. Upon finishing, She pulled me to one of the doors. Upon opening, I could see what resembled a medieval dungeon. Stone walls and floor with rings every place, dark and menacing. I was directed to a spot and Miss Susan laid me down on my back with Her left heel. She placed me in close chains and then locked a device around my cock and balls. A chain from the device was then padlocked to a floor ring that was under my balls. Before She left, Miss Susan jacked me off again, stopping just before I came. She closed the door and turned off the lights when going upstairs. The device wouldn't let my hardon go down and every time I moved the chain would pull on my cock and balls. And the stone floor was real hard and cold, so my body ached and hurt. And I had to move. It wasn't a real restful night. I started to focus again when the lights came on. The door opened and Miss Susan strolled in, wearing a red body suit. Releasing my chains (but leaving the device on, however) She commanded me to kneel. As I knelt before Her, She slowly and almost erotically reached between Her legs and unsnapped the crotch of Her bodysuit, pulling it up to expose Her hairless snatch. Miss Susan moved forward till She had bent me back and Her cunt rested on my mouth. When I obeyed Her command to 'Open wide' She drained Her waste water into my mouth. Fortunately, I was able to hold it all. Miss Susan only comment was. "Now I'm going to teach you how to make love to a woman properly. Eat." I proceeded to eat Her womanhood, following Her every direction. Two and a half long tiring hours later Her orgasms started to come in continuous waves. Shortly after, Miss Susan collapsed on top of me, pushing my body to the floor. As soon as the steadiness returned to Her legs, Miss Susan left for lunch. Upon Her return after lunch, She proceeded with the morning's lesson. With the same results. I was put to bed early. And it was the same as the night before. My training had begun. The next day Miss Susan decided to fed me. So She put two hard boiled eggs into Herself and had me eat them out. Then continued to eat Her till She was satisfied. The afternoon session was the same. The next four days were a repeat of the second day. On the morning of the seventh day, Miss Susan led me to the cell two doors down. Inside I could see it was not a cell, but a washroom. I showered, shaved (a little peach fuzz) and made myself presentable. Soon after finishing, I was led up the stairs to the kitchen. Miss Susan poured the contents of a can on the floor before me and had me lick it up. During the rest of my training, I was fed this way. Over the next month, I slept on the kitchen floor chained to the stove. Each morning the cook released me to help in the kitchen. After I finished washing the dishes, Miss Susan took me to Her room for training. In the mornings I was taught the female arts, sewing, hygiene, clothing, mannerisms, walking, etc. At lunch time I was returned to the kitchen where I spent the next 45 minutes cleaning up and washing the dishes. Upon finishing I was sent back to Miss Susan's room where I learned the art of servitude, French, greek, golden showers, body servitude and worship, massage, manicures and pedicures, etc. Dinner time saw me back in the kitchen assisting the cook and later washing the dishes. When the last dish was put away, I was chained to the stove and the lights turned out. I went to sleep and soon the process started over. Until the night Miss Susan gave me a glass of water before She chained me up for the night. When I awoke I was laying on a hospital bed. I could tell. Except for the green tile on the floor, everything was white. I hurt all over and couldn't move. There was a tent over my body from my neck downward and IV's were plugged into my arms. With regularity, the nurses checked up on me. They ignored my questions and requests. My body felt strange. Finally Miss Susan showed up with a doctor. They examined my face and then my body. When the doctor left, She sat on the bed and gently explained the new order. "Mistress decided that you were not progressing fast enough physically. She had alterations made. Starting at your head. Your eyes were enlarged. They were also given a slight slant. The ears were surgically pinned back and plastic was implanted into your ear lobes to help support heavy earrings. You see Mistress loves you. All your rear molars were removed to give your cheeks that hollowed out look. Your nose was altered to give it that small bobbed look. Bone was removed from the jaw to make it less pronounced. Your lips were given that full kissable look by an incision inside each lip and injecting permanent silicon into them." Pulling the blanket from the tent, Miss Susan continued Her discourse. "Implants were put into your breasts giving you a 38C+ chest. Mistress wanted you to know your breasts are there. She made sure your bras will be tight and not totally comfortable. Implants were also placed in your nipples. They will always be hard and stand out. To facilitate your figure, the two bottom ribs have been removed from your chest. While we're in the figure department, permanent silicon has been added to your butt. We used silicon instead of the European fat process, so you wouldn't have a fat problem later. We didn't add to your hips because you would have looked out of balance and your small waist will make it look wide enough. As for your legs, hormones have filled out your calves very well. However we added some silicon to your knees to eliminate the knobbiness. Now it's time to finish up." With a motion of Her hand, Miss Susan signaled to a medical person standing behind me. And a black rubber mask was placed over my mouth and nose. As I started to pass out, I heard Her finish Her talk. "Sissy, we're going to eliminate your adam's apple and fix your vocal cords so you'll sound totally female. And more." As the fog cleared from my head, I saw Miss Susan standing beside my bed. Her hand was on my crotch. With Her was a doctor. "Very nice, Doctor." As the doctor left, She started to rub Her hand slowly up and down my cock. As it started to respond, She wrapped Her hand around it and increased the speed and pressure of Her hand. As it got harder, my penis started to cause me intense pain. It felt like the skin of my cock was being ripped apart. I was very light headed. If it were not for the gag in my mouth, I would have screamed the roof down. When I climaxed, I could feel my cum flowing up my cock and shoot spurt after spurt over my chest. Miss Susan removed the sheet and used it to clean me up while She explained the new changes. "The doctors removed the adam's apple and reattached your vocal cords further up in your throat. They have a lot of experience with that so your voice should be about perfect. If not in a month or so, they'll do it again. Also Mistress had them do a new procedure to your cock. They enlarged the veins in your cock to put more blood in it. That makes it much larger. Last time your penis was measured it was seven inches long and 4 1/2 inches in circumference. I just measured it again and it's now 10 inches and 7 inches respectively. A marked improvement. Also the hormones and increased blood flow around the balls increases the amount of cum produced. The doctors told me that you would feel light headed at first but after a few days the body would make enough extra blood to prevent that. Now get out of bed and put these clothes on." I climbed out of the hospital bed and put on the clothing that was in the bag given me by Miss Susan. The corset, stockings and heels went on quickly and I waited for my dress. But Miss Susan handcuffed me, threw a long coat over my shoulders and buttoned it up to just below my crotch. And without a word, I followed Her out of the hospital and into the waiting limo. During the drive Miss Susan had me sit next to Her. The limo turned down an alley and stopped. Opening the door, Miss Susan led me from the limo to the doorway and into the building. The inside of the beauty salon was quiet as it was still early in the morning. Greeting Miss Susan, the owner walked up to me and removed my coat. She examined me carefully and then went off with Miss Susan leaving me standing there virtually nude. Shortly, a swishy young man sashayed into the room and led me to a chair where he washed my hair. Before he finished other people started working on me. Over the next three hours they worked all over my body. Upon finishing, they led me to a large mirror. I was looking at a totally different person. My hair was cascading pass my shoulders, was thick and full, curved inward, the bangs stopped just above the thin arched eyebrows and was a very light brown/amber. The finger nails were almost an inch long and painted the same color as my toenails and lips, a dark red. The area around my crotch was the big surprise. The hair there was bleached and dyed a fiery red. The staff lined up and Miss Susan had me kiss their asses. Throwing the coat over my shoulders again, She led me back to the limo. Three minutes later it stopped in another alley and I followed Miss Susan into the shop. In the tattoo parlor, Miss Susan was welcomed by a short bald man. Master Bob was no more than five foot 6 inches tall and weighed maybe 190 pounds. He was wearing levi's, a dirty t-shirt, a leather vest and biker boots. I was again examined as my coat was removed. "Does it know what's going on?" "No, just do it. It has no say." With that I was led into another room. In the center of the small room was a hanging stock. It was setup so as to keep me standing straight up. Then a leather hood was placed over my head, shutting me off from sight and sound. My sense of smell was overpowered by the smell of the leather hood. A man's hand grasped my left breast kneading it until the hand just encircled the nipple. Vibrations invaded my sense of feel followed by rapid multiple pin pricks all over my nipple. My right breast felt a repeat of the feeling. Before the feeling subsided in my nipples, I felt the vibrations and pin pricks start up and make their moves over my left ass cheek. The removal of the hood found me looking eye to eye with Miss Susan. "Mistress Catherine and I thought that you needed some color." Following Her hand with my eyes I saw that my nipples were tattooed a light red. And a look at the mirror in Her hand reveled the design on my ass. It was a bright red heart with a golden banner with the lettering 'Sissy Slut' in bright pink. Miss Susan walked behind me and placing Her hand on my head, pushed me down till I was kneeling before Master Bob. As His right hand slowly unzipped His faded jeans, I could see the outline of His joystick. Popping out when Master Bob reached bottom, it hit me in the face. Master Bob doesn't use jockey shorts. It was uncut, a solid 9 inches long and 2 1/2 inches in diameter. The look in Miss Susan's face left no doubt in my mind what was expected of me. The musky odor assaulted my nose and it had a strong salty taste. It's quivering warns me moments before the cock pumped it's joyjuice into my tummy. Soon Miss Susan and I were back in the limo and on our way. A couple minutes later I was standing sans coat in another shop, before another man. Finishing his examination, Master James laid me on a table and after strapping me down, he rubbed cream in my nose, on my tits, ears, cock and behind my balls. Moments after the treated areas started to tingle, Master James pierce me several times in rapid secession. When I was released from the table and placed, kneeling, on the floor, each piercing was filled with a heavy stainless steel ring. Three in each ear! Master James' lady glided into the room and sat in the chair before me. Her attire was a short denim skirt, red tube top and red dorsi pumps. When she pulled up her skirt, I could not only see that she wasn't wearing any panties, but also she was totally shaved. With her legs splayed, she rubbed the middle finger of her right hand up and down her slit as she motioned me forward with her left hand. I crawled to her and moved my face toward her cunt. Her left hand wrapped behind my head and pulled my face toward the wet crevice between her legs. As my tongue went to work on her, I could feel the ring in my nose catch on her pussy lips and pull at my nose. And the pressure from her legs pulled at the rings in my ears. The pain caused tears did nothing more than roll down my face, mix with her juices and increase the saltiness of the taste. The feeling of a hot poker ramming up my ass, let me know, Master James had joined the party. Over the next several minutes my body hurt at both ends. After they were satisfied, they allowed me to stand and follow Miss Susan out. Back in the limo, we were on our way. I was allowed to sit beside Miss Susan. Several minutes later, I follow Miss Susan from the limo, into the house and up the stairs to Her room. Miss Susan's room was a large square room, painted a pale blue. Off to the left were two doors. One led to the private bath and the other into a large walk-in closet. The bath was painted a pale pink. It had a large marble sunken tub with whirlpool. The vanity had twin sinks and a lighted mirror that covered the entire wall. Before one sink was a small wooden bench. The doorway on the right was led into what once was the walk-in closet. It now was the maid's room. It was a small narrow room with a single bare overhead light. The right wall had built-in drawers and racks full of clothing. On the back wall were shoe racks. Some of the left wall contained more built-in drawers. The remainder of the left wall was taken up with my the bed. And it was far from a normal bed. First it was built-in. Next thing you notice was that the mattress was not only six and one half feet long and three feet wide, but also a very firm 3" thick. All around the bed were rings and eyebolts. Built-in below the bed were drawers. On the wall at the head of the bed was an intercom with several lights. Miss Susan's room was simply yet tastefully furnished. Against the outside wall between the two windows was the kingsize waterbed. Above it was a mirrored canopy. Between the two doors on the left wall was a large dresser. Against the right wall stood a makeup table and seat. The love seat sat next to the inside wall. Kneeling before Miss Susan as She sat in the love seat, I listened as she talked of my new duties and loving quarters. "Sissy, until Mistress Catherine decides otherwise, these will be your quarters. Unless I tell you otherwise, you will sleep in the maid's room. As you saw from the little tour, the bed is equipped to tie one down. But that will only be used for discipline. All the clothing in the room is for your use and should fit. If it doesn't then you will get to practice your sewing lessons. As for your duties. For now you will serve as the down-stairs maid. Later you will become the upstairs maid. When you're ready, you'll be assigned as my lady's maid. Sometime after that you may be taken as Mistress's lady's maid. Now for uniforms. In the mornings, you'll wear light gray cotton dress. Before dinner you'll change into the black satin uniform. Unless there's a party or guest, you'll change after dinner into whatever clothing I layout. I am going to start you out in little girls clothes and slowly increase the age of the clothes. When they get old enough, you'll look very slutty. You'll then spend the evening rendering personal services to Mistress and me. Now go to your room." I crawled to my room and climbed onto the bed when Miss Susan pointed to it. She made good use of the rings around the bed and soon had me tied down in a kneeling position. stripping down to just Her corset and hose, She rubbed my nose in Her bush. Turning Her back to me, She stepped into a black latex panty. After slowly wiggling Her way into it, She turned around. I found myself looking at the biggest cock I had ever seen. About 14" long, the dildo's diameter was at least four inches and it was as black as midnight. As She held it at my lips, I opened my mouth and accepted the invasion of this monster. Moving slowly, She worked it deeper and deeper into the cavity. When I started gagging, She pulled out. Later I could take the whole thing. Climbing onto the bed, Miss Susan, moved behind me and with one rapid motion drove into me. It felt like a telephone pole had invaded my ass. A few minutes later, She shuddered from orgasm and pulled the invading plastic from me. I was then retied to the bed, face down, so I could spend the night feeling my new breasts and come to accept them. The next morning came very slowly. Releasing me, Miss Susan pulled me into Her feminine jungle. Without command I worked my tongue into the wet folds. Once satisfied, She pushed me to the floor with a, "Get dressed, slut." Then proceeded to show me how She wanted me dressed. The next few months quickly became a repetition of the first day. The mornings consisted of serving breakfast, washing dishes and cleaning. Afternoons were filled with serving lunch, washing dishes and more cleaning. Mid to late afternoons, I changed into my black satin uniform. Dressed like that, I set the dinner table, served dinner and washed more dishes. Then went to my room to change. At first I dressed in little girl's clothes, right down to the diapers. Then they gradually got older till I reached teenager. Miss Susan kept me there for a long time. Suddenly one night, She starts dressing me as a slut. Her favorite dress was a black micro mini dress. With no sleeves, the front was low enough to show a lot of cleavage. The scooped back stopped just above my ass. It was clingingly tight from my shoulder straps down to the hem, which ended just below my crotch. Till bedtime I spent the evening fetching drinks and serving Mistress Catherine's and Miss Susan's pleasure. At least one night a week, Mistress entertained. Usually it was a formal dinner, followed by an evening of drinking, talk and standing around. I would spend the evening dressed in my black uniform serving drinks and taking care of the door. When Mistress had dominant guests over things got going right at the table. One lady asked Mistress the way to the lady's room. Mistress's answer was. "Don't worry about it. SLUT, get down there and get busy." I crawled under the table, removed the lady's panties and put my face into Her fountain. As She drained, I drank her water. This set off the rest of the table. Except for Mistress, the rest of the table drained themselves into my gullet. Then they started to use my mouth for their pleasure. One woman had me eat her out. Another put a celery stick in her snatch and had me really eat her out. One of the men poured chezze- whez on his cock and fed me what he called 'headcheese'. When they had finished dinner (and with me), they went down stairs to the cellar. Shortly after I had finished cleaning up, I was summoned to the cellar. The rest of the night was spent as a play toy. As Mistress's guests, they enjoyed full and total use of me and the rest of the staff. And did they enjoy. Most of Mistress's kinky guests were women. At one party, a large black man took a special interest in me. He was almost seven feet tall and weighed in at 250 to 275 pounds. And hung with an exact duplicate of Miss Susan's dildo. After placing me in the stocks, He uses both ends of me for his pleasure. Once satisfied, he then takes a studded strap to my ass. When my ass was a proper shade of red, he switched to a crop and turns the back of my legs from light tan to fiery red. By this time he is regaining his stamina and again fills both my holes. This time all the men and many of the women join in raping me. When the party finally broke up, I was so worn out that I was placed in one of the cells for the night. Waking up the next morning, I almost panicked until I saw the cell door was open. Instantly I went to the shower, cleaned up and then went to Miss Susan's room. Her only comment about the previous night was asking me how I slept. Normally Mistress had guests on Friday and Saturday. So guests during the middle of the week were highly unusual and very important. One such guest was Mistress Ivana. Mistress Ivana is 5'9" tall and weights around 125 pounds. Her figure is well developed and She is very attractive. The speech and mannerisms tell the world She is European. Her clothing states She is extremely wealthy and most definitely upper class. The length of time She spends eyeing me, sends shivers down my spine. After dinner Mistress Catherine takes Mistress Ivana and Miss Susan into the library, while I clean up. Just as I am finishing the dishes, Mistress Catherine buzzes me on the intercom and directs me to the library. Once there I kneel before Her. At Her command, I stand and remove my apron and uniform. Mistress Ivana walks a circle around me as She eyes me very carefully. Her hands feel my hair and explore my scalp. She carefully looks into my eyes, nose and ears. Holding my mouth open, She examines my teeth, gums, tongue, throat and inside my lips. Foundling my breasts, She watched my reactions as She tweaked my nipples. She pumped my cock till I squirted a large load of scum into a wine glass. Dipping Her little finger of Her left hand into the glass, Mistress Ivana first feels, then smells and finally tastes the sample. Handing me the glass, She motions me to drink the rest. As I comply, She continues Her inspection. Moving behind me, Her hands caress my ass. Slowly they work themselves into the crack till suddenly She thrusts two fingers up my boy-pussy. As She works them in and out my excitement increases, my cock stiffens, my breathing becomes shallow and labored and I become flush and sweaty. Then without warning She pulls the invaders out and pushes them into my mouth. And as I suck them clean, She runs Her hand up and down my legs. When Mistress Ivana pulls Her fingers from my mouth, Mistress Catherine dismisses us. "Susan, take sissy to the other room and wait." For more than an hour, I knelt at Miss Susan's side. When They finished, Miss Susan and I found ourselves kneeling in front of Mistress Catherine as She told us of their talk. "Susan, you know that my goal was to train you as a Mistress. However Ivana has pointed out that since you started out here as a slave, in my mind, you will always be a slave. She has offered to take you under Her wing as a novice Mistress and train you. When you are ready, you will join Her staff. Without betraying any confidences, I will tell you She has big plans for you. With all this in mind, I have given you to Mistress Ivana. When dismissed, you will pack your things. I will miss you very much, but this is for your benefit. Good luck. Now for you sissy. You are ready to become my lady's maid. With Susan's departure you would assume that position and I was looking forward to using you. But it is not to be. Mistress Ivana has made me an offer I cannot refuse. So I have sold you. I will tell you that Ivana is a slave trader, but She wants you for Her household staff. You will be worked hard, but treated fairly. If you screw up not even heaven will help you. Now go to your room until you are called for." At this point I wrap myself around Mistress Catherine's left leg, crying and begging Her to keep me. Her right foot kicks me away and a stone cold voice orders me away. My tear blurred vision would only allow me to crawl to my room. There I knelt by my bed and cried. A little later Miss Susan sits on my bed and comforts me. When I am cried out, She stands me up and prepares me for the trip. I am laced into a pink corset until my waist feels like it's being cut in two. Then black seamed stockings are drawn up my legs, first the left then the right. What remains of my maleness is then stuffed into a leather sheath, laced, buckled and locked tightly. Lacy pink panties are pulled up my legs and over my crotch. Five inch black pumps take my feet. Miss Susan then takes me from the room and down the stairs. At the front door I kneel before the Mistresses and kiss their feet. Mistress Catherine pats my cheek and wishes me well. As my eyes get misty with tears, Mistress Ivana grabs me by the hair and moves my head so I am looking directly into Her stone hard eyes. Her other hand puts a leather collar to my lips. "Kiss your new collar, slut. Show it the love and respect it deserves." As I start to cover it with kisses, She pulls it away and places it around my neck, buckling and locking it. She then buckles my wrists into fleece lined black leather cuffs and locks them together behind me. Brought to my feet, I am led to the front door where a pink cloth coat is thrown over my shoulders and buttoned. Following Mistress Ivana, Miss Susan led me from the house, down the long flowing steps and into the waiting limo that Mistress Ivana had hired. Sitting on the left side of the seat, Mistress angles and adjusts Herself. Miss Susan and I kneel before Her. Pointing Her finger, Mistress soon has Miss Susan between Her legs worshipping Mistress's royal womanhood.