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VARIATIONS

FEMALE DOMINATION

“TAMMY WAS

PLEASURING
MIRANDA, WHO

IN TURN WAS
PLEASURING CLAIRE.”

to find out. At first, I thought Miranda
was kidding, but she said she wanted
only the best for her guests. Her hands
were stroking Claire and Tammy’s soft,
humbling experience…thank goodness welcome my mistress’s guests. Two glam slim thighs. The two women were gazing
my friends couldn’t see me, but I knew vamps were waiting on the doorstep, expectantly at me, keen to see how far
Miranda wasn’t through with me yet. so I ushered them in and took their Miranda could push her slave.
Then, having lifted me to my feet raincoats. Underneath their jackets, they “Certainly, Mistress,” I humbly
and ordered me into a pair of high wore matching rubber mini-dresses, complied, aware that a point of honor
heels, Miranda slathered my face with with peepholes cut out to expose their was at stake. I simply couldn’t let her
makeup. She took her time dusting nipples. Their sky-high stilettos made down in front of two fellow dominatrices.
color on my eye lids and glossing them seem like giantesses. Both older So I fetched and uncorked the bottle,
my lips. Next, she lowered the frilly women towered over me, which only emptying every last drop into the ladies’
pinafore dress down over my head made me more nervous and turned on. glasses. I longed for a taste, just a tiny
before topping things off with a lacy “Darling Claire! Darling Tammy!” mouthful, but slaves never taste the
headdress suitable for a servant. Miranda shouted, as I led the guests into finest wines.
“Such a pretty maid,” Miranda cooed, the living room. After taking turns to air- “Delicious,” Miranda teased me, as she
circling my feminized body. She lifted my kiss my mistress’s cheeks, they sat on took a sip of the ruby fluid. Claire and
skirt and slapped the back of my panties, either side of her on the couch. With the Tammy agreed, drinking deep from their
before pulling them tighter to give me a greetings complete, Miranda snapped glasses, seemingly aware that the bottle
wedgie. The silky fabric dug into my butt her fingers, wanting my attention. She had been special to me. I sensed right
and balls, causing deliciously painful asked for wine, so I fetched a bottle and away that they were in on the game, and
spasms to shoot through my crotch. She three glasses, but Miranda wasn’t happy my feelings were confirmed when Claire
seemed to be getting a massive kick from with the choice I’d made. She joked to asked Miranda if there was anything
reducing her hard-working husband to her friends about how hard it is to find else her slave could bring them. Miranda
the status of a slave—and so was I. decent help these days, then demanded didn’t hesitate, calling for my best cigars.
“You can’t let anyone see me like this,” a bottle of our most exquisite vintage. She explained how they’d been a special
I begged. Deep down, I knew I was I’ve always been a lover of fine wines birthday present for her husband, even
powerless and that Miranda would do and what she requested was the star going so far as to mention how he had
whatever she wanted, even make me play of my collection. I bought it a decade only three left.
the maid for her friends. Though secretly, ago during a European vacation, and “Fetch them, sissy,” Miranda
I’ll admit the idea excited me. I’ve been waiting for the bottle to mature commanded, pointing to my desk across
“It’s too late to back out now,” she ever since. It cost me 900 bucks, but the room. There was no point in arguing,
insisted, as right on cue, the doorbell I reckoned it was worth it—although it so I tottered over in my heels, then
rang. I bowed my head and went to looked as though I wouldn’t get a chance searched for the box, which was stashed

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