When she had filled her glass she sat down and breathed a heavy sigh and asked, “Where should I begin today?”
“You had just finished eighth grade yesterday. “That’s what they called it. Maybe after lunch, or perhaps tonight. Then he asked, ‘Are you ready for this?’ and slowly pushed the butt plug into me.”
“It felt really weird. WARNING! Maybe after lunch, or perhaps tonight. Immediately after that the anal plug started sending shocks into my body. Several young Masters or Mistresses chose as partners a slave that they had become close to. That is more than just a slave, and it has shown itself very early in your life. You’ll need sneakers, high heels, and sandals.’ She laughed again and added, ‘…very high heels.'”
“I didn’t know what she meant until we got to camp. As I watched, I started to feel the heat and squishiness rising within me.”
“When the slave called out ‘sixty-seven,’ the cook paused and stepped back from her. I thought I would have to wake her up in the morning, but when I came down to the kitchen at 7:00 am, she was standing at
