In every contest, there are winners and there are losers. “Hold my things while I put my dress on and then I will help you get into yours. Grand Master Tyrone stood calmly waiting for their answer. Finally each of the slaves called out “Twenty” and stopped. Another slave had slipped Yvette’s dress on her and she now stood, fully clothed, alongside Yvonne. “Oh,” she said with a start. It is obvious that neither of you is a Mistress or Domme and never will be.”
The girls cast their eyes down as he spoke. “It’s time to get ready for the ball,” giggled Yvonne. He knew exactly what he was doing in presenting a request rather than issuing a demand. Or perhaps did you see yourself on the other end of the handle?”
Yvonne lowered her eyes. I would love to see how Squire Adamson handles this, wouldn’t you?”
Yvette attempted to stutter out something, but could not.
