Say it”“Yes M-Master.” She kind of mumbled“Yes what!?”“Yes Master.” This time it was louder, and there was a gleam in her eye.I had neve...r been called master by a woman before, but I liked it. It made me feel in control. I wondered what it would feel like to really control her. “Slave come here, and kneel.” She obeyed every command and her shy little smile was now a huge grin. “Do you want to make your Master happy?”“Yes master, I want to make you happy.”“Good, now take out my dick and suck. I look over to my wife and Cheryl and I notice them giggling while they're chatting.After a couple of beers and some fun conversation with Mike and Daryl, I needed to use the restroom and Mike points me in the direction of the master bedroom which has a bathroom attached. I walk though the backyard where Cheryl and my wife are hitting it off and becoming friends and I make my way into the house. Their house is slightly bigger than ours and has a very open feeling. I walk through the hallways. .well, that's nobody's business, really.The experience of being forced into a new life in Ovid was a familiarone to almost all of us who lived there - or at least those of us whohad been transformed by The Judge and were fortunate enough to retainour original memories. We all went through the same trial by fire,learning to deal with who we had become - often having to accept a newage, race, sex, or some combination of all of them. And we all wentthrough the same stages of disbelief, denial,. Wanting to please you, I kept the red push up bra and matching g on, and put a pair of black lacy suspenders and stockings on with it. Coupled with black high heels, the ensemble worked well, all I needed to do now was select an outfit to wear over the top of it.I settled on the black dress with the front tie, which cut away down past my cleavage. I like the fact there are no buttons or zips on the dress and it provides H with very easy access to me. The dress sat well over the red and black.