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“Thank you, Alfred. That is very sweet of you.” “Please don’t mention it.” “And Alfred?” “Yeah?” “Could you also assist me with something when you are coming over with the car?” “Sure. Anything.” “Anything?” “Yeah. What would you like me to assist you with?” She was smiling to herself now. “I wanted to get some items from the boutique. I don’t know if I could send you a list of them.”

Mike stood up and went to peer at himself. The reflection that he saw was not recognizable to him. Quite alright, he was the one standing there. But he was so much different. His face was a palette of different colors comprising of purple eyelids, brown cheeks, and red lips. His hair hung loosely around his shoulders and most of it fell as far as the bra that was clinging tightly around his broad chest. His fingernails were all coated in different colors.

“No, no, not at all. Please keep on talking. I love hearing your voice and your words.” “You do?” “Of course I do.” “But you said you are feeling dizzy. Are you getting bored with me already?” She sighed. “Mark darling, I am only commending you and the way you make me feel. Don’t you understand?” “Okay, I think I do now.”

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Mistress Zane becomes emotional, and angry. She stares directly into the face of her slave, as he looks down towards the ground in shame, and disgust with himself. As she becomes more and more emotional. Mistress Zane slaps her slave in the face three times, as she continues to address the audience. With tears now starting to roll down her cheeks, she screams very loudly.

As he left the office, Josh could not stop thinking of how lucky he was. He had not only won a big account, but also won the approval of the MD, a dominatrix. He recalled what Cassie had wanted, and he knew that he was not going to relent in fulfilling his promise to her!

The words hit Dan like a thick horsewhip cracking against his exposed skin. He shuddered as he stared at her. There was something cold, distant, and menacing about her gaze that made him realize just how much power she wielded. And yes, she wielded so much power at that moment.

Derrick cursed. “I said I am going to put on your clothes, for goodness sake. Damn. Hand them over to me, right now.” “Me? You want me to hand them over to you? You must be crazy. Pick them up yourself and put them on.” He shook his head and reached for her clothes. It seemed like he was transfixed or in a trance as he began to peel off his own clothes.

“Yes, I would. But that is for a medical examination, which is not what I am here for.” “Yes, I know. But what if that was what you were here for? Would you refuse to undress?” “Look, Carol, I don’t have any issues with taking off my clothes.” “Then do it, Arnold. It is for your own good.” He bit his lower lip. “Would I be naked or what?” She shrugged. “You can choose to be naked if you want. Or I could give you another overall to cover up yourself.”

“I’ll show you,” she said. She unzipped the backpack she was holding and brought out some items. Andrew could recognize most of the things she pulled out of the bag. There were an overall, shaving sticks, clippers, combs, and other usual tools that barbers made us of. But it was the items she held up that he could not understand. “What are those?" “What do they look like?" she asked as she tossed them over to him.

"She did not say anything as she reached for a bag close-by. “Hold still and don’t you dare move”. He remained there on his knees while she applied makeup and powder on his face. When she was through, she stood up to look at him. “I think you look great now”. “I do”? “Yes, but I need to be sure. Lie on the floor". “Okay. On my back or how"? “Yes, on your back”. Doug rested his back on the floor".

Could she be wearing panties under that dress, he wondered. But her dress was so tight around her a-- and he was sure he had not seen any pant lining. It must be a G-string, he concluded. He felt his heart tighten again as he thought about her wearing a G-string. What wouldn’t he do to see her take off that G-string and hand it over to him? What wouldn’t he do? Almost anything.