"Oh, by the way, I am thinking of having that sign removed, andreplacing it with one that says 'cleaning supplies'. It'd be moreaccurate really, now t...hat you're nothing but a glorified mop."I had an involuntary shudder of joy and fear at her words. This was mymother, telling me I was nothing but an object useful for the cleaningof her house.I started crying.Part of me was not ready for this, part of me wanted to go back to thattime when I was my mom's precious sissy, cleaning the house. Similarly, anyallegation of no immediate compliance or lack of performance made by others areto be taken as given. The SLAVE does not have the right to argue even thefalsest allegation resulting in a severe punishment.The OWNER may ask other Mistresses or Masters to execute any punishment imposedon the slave.Furthermore, The OWNER consents to ensure that all orders for The SLAVE will beextremely humiliating, forcing The SLAVE to do things, or do them in a way henever would be prepared to do. He ells me to take off my jeans and panties, too.I take off my clothes and go back to kissing him. He pushes me into the bed and stands up. I hear him fumbling with the drawer next to the bed. He takes my hands and ties them to the bed post. I attempt to pull at the straps. The leather material grips at my skin, making me shiver. I feel a slight pressure on top of me as I feel his warm breath on my against my neck.I could tell he was excited as I felt his raging boner pressed tight against my. I’ll agree to allowing you out whenever you want, but...” I said.“Mark?” Ashley asked as her arms stopped trying to squeeze all the air from my lungs.I took in a welcome breath of air. “You have to wear clothing. AI, allow my ladies to request outfits that meats the following parameters. First, no underwear, except bras for Lenore and Aine.”“They do need the support,” Ashley said. “Cunnie might need that as well.”“She’d be offended that I allowed it. You know she feels she has to be a superslut.