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My arms were stretched out and my fingers were just short of touching Shelly’s feet. “Mistress Shelly,” I said clearly, “I submit my body, mind, and spirit to you as my Mistress forever.” “What name do you give your new slave?” the Mistress asked. “Precious,” Shelly answered. “Her name shall be slave precious.” “Come back upright on your knees,” the Mistress instructed and I did Blowjobs so. Shelly was now holding a collar and leash in her hands. The Mistress looked at me and asked, “Do you accept this collar from Mistress Shelly as symbol of the bond which holds you to her and the protection which she gives you?” “I do,” I said firmly and the Mistress nodded to Shelly. Shelly– my Mistress– turned the collar so that I could read the brass nameplate on the front. It said, “precious - Property of Mistress Shelly.” She smiled at me as she turned the collar back around and then strapped it on my neck. The leash draped slightly down my back and then over my shoulder to Shelly’s hand. Margi was suddenly standing behind Shelly. She reached for something on the sides of Shelly’s catsuit and the bottom panel swung down and open. Shelly lowered herself down on the divan which had been placed behind her and I crawled up between her legs. “Kiss my mouth first,” Mistress amateur Shelly said and I moved up so I could do so. Our tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. After a few minutes, Shelly said, “Now do what you have been dreaming of doing while you masturbated on the floor after I left.” “Yes, Mistress,” I answered as I slid back down and began lapping at her nectar. The club clapped and cheered when, many minutes later, my Mistress finally had her first orgasm at my hands... or should I say my tongue. A few other students questioned my collar when I first began wearing it to class, but most just accepted it for what it was, a symbol of the special relationship I have with my Mistress. Mistress Shelly wants me naked around the apartment, even when friends are over or we are having a party. But she allows me to dress if outsiders or trades people are going to be in the flat. She also allows me to dress appropriately for the weather, especially when I am walking to class when it is cold outside. When it is warm, I prefer to wear a sundress with nothing under it. One of the last warm days of fall, one of the other girls in one of my classes said to me, “I wish I had the freedom to dress like that.” That’s when I realized that night at the club had not enslaved me. It had set me free. END OF STORY The Chauffeur (#33) Thanksgiving By: PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 Oddly, we had absolutely zero children come to our front door on Halloween. I really didn’t understand that, but our boy John sat at the front door holding on to one of three candy bowls. One candy bowl held full-size candy bars. The second bowl held hundreds of the ‘mini’ chocolate bars and the third bowl had the penalty candy (Smarties) for those children who don’t even take the time to dress up in a costume. They don’t get full sized candy bars, nor do they get any of the mini candies. Instead, they get one, yes one Smartie, not a handful, indian just one. After a very short ceremony, my new husband tokes my hand and lead me to my room. “My cabin cruiser is that one there; I’m roughing it,” Aaron said, jokingly and pointing in the direction he came from to rescue me from them. As I said though what happened next could potentially ruin everything. In the tent we began kissing and undressing before climbing into my bed indian compartment, l had Steph on her back licking and sucking her pussy l was surprised how excited she got even wriggling herself on my tongue, next l was sucking her small tits then rolled her onto her belly and got her onto Blowjobs all fours because l thought doggy style would open up Steph’s pussy wider. In desperation, Dave began pounding on the black arm trying to kidnap Tammy, but he could barely even scratch its surface. “Let's use your underwear for the mess to cum (I giggle), you amateur can go commando after.” She grinned weakly through the pleasure crashing over her as she stared into Frank's eyes while he exerted himself into her. Impulsively, she turned her pussy towards the door, wondering if Samantha could see her wet, oozing, cream-pie, while she suckled on Chad’s cock. After they ate Daddy got horny again and she rode his tongue and then he fucked her several more times, on the couch and in the bathroom and in the basement in front of the video camera so Dad could show his friends on their poker nights. I really didn’t mean to do that” “Hey hun, can we get a dog?” Susan asked out of the blue.