She had finally become accustomed to his latest command of remaining naked in his presence. But for today she would require a pair of panties. Ultimat...ely he settled on a small black lace thong that he knew would fit snuggly. Pulling the blankets from the bed, he began helping her into the thong. Halfway up her thighs, the alarmed sounded causing her eyes to flutter open. She barely acknowledged his actions as she whimpered pleading for 5 more minutes. Lifting her hips, he had the thong in. There are times that her dark eyes look like they are boring right through me. It’s pretty obvious that she is the head slave – or whatever – when the Mistresses aren’t around. Then it is puddy tat and then holly and then me. I knew right away that there was a definite pecking order to us slaves. But I hadn’t realized that Masters and Mistresses also had an order of authority or power.I realized pretty fast that Mistress Sam seemed to be physically the most powerful of the three Mistresses.. Mrs. Melissa has been out all morning shopping. When she came back I wasin the kitchen, getting ready to take Mr. Paul's late morning coffee.She was waiting for me to come back, sitting comfortably in the kitchentable and drinking her cup of coffee. She was in a good mood and shepraised me for my neat appearance and for remembering to wear my whitehalf apron to take the coffee to Mr. Paul. She asked me to serve myselfsome coffee and join her to the table.She started talking in her usual. A drop of Obsession on my wrists andbehind my ears and I was done.Into a small purse, I slipped the lipstick, a small mirror, condoms(must be prepared, right girls?) and some poppers. I left the room andwalked out of the kitchen, my heels making that magical sound on thehardwood floors.It was easy to find the living room from the light of the fireplace,casting flickering forms over this soon to be den of seduction andsubmission. Roger was on the leather couch, wearing a silk dressinggown, and.