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They set the table down and faced the Mistresses. Puddy tat spoke for them. “We were instructed to wear the suits so the people gathered out on the water couldn’t see that we were naked. It’s starting to get dark and there is a slight rise of the dunes between us and the water. We can no longer be seen, so...” “Besides,” holly added, “we sort of thought that kristi should get used to it.” “You are forgiven,” Mistress Sam answered firmly. “But in the future, remember to check with your Mistress... or Master... before assuming something like this.” “Yes, Mistress,” the four answered in unison and turned to hurry back to the cabin. As they disappeared, Mistress Sam started chuckling. “I was going to order them to strip off the next time they came out here anyway,” she said, still chuckling, “but you can’t let them start assuming what you want. That’s the first step to losing control.” “It’s all about control, isn’t it?” said Master Jeremy. “Yes,” Mistress Gloria answered. “BDSM is in the Toys mind. Your dominance comes from their submission. They give you the authority you have over them.” “And what is given freely,” Mistress Sam added, “is much stronger than any power you think you have over them.” I arrived about then with the table cloth and bench covers for the picnic table, so the Mistresses... and Master... watched quietly as I put everything in place. A fetish little while later, the girls started bringing the food– hot dogs, hamburgers, and various chips– out to the table. They also brought additional beers for the Masters– I mean Mistresses and Master– and soft drinks for us. “Let’s eat,” Mistress Gloria said. “Master Jeremy, why don’t you join us at the table. The others”– meaning puddy tat, cheryl, holly, kristi, and me– “can lay a blanket down on the sand next to us.” We talked amongst ourselves as we ate. Kristi wanted to know what being a slave was like. I let the girls answer because I hadn’t been a slave that long and... well... I think being a slave is probably different for a girl than for a boy. After a while, kristi got up and stood next to the table. “Master Jeremy,” she said softly, “may I speak?” Master Jeremy looked slightly startled, but said, “Yes, slave kristi, you may speak.” Big Boobs “I would like to use ‘babycakes’ as my safeword,” she continued softly. In my mind I was already imagining Naomi caressing the long neck and plucking the strings, naked. She was jumping on my dick and her boobs made fetish a double bounce with each jump. Just plump and inviting. They made small talk for the remainder of the ride. He poked his head into the bedroom to find Carly and Nikki literally on top of each other. I had questions Toys there, but Lucy’s expression didn’t invite them. I said awesome. “Just demonstrate to the girls how to give head. The thread of the web tingled again, as his hand touched my lower back. “And me?” He was so obsessed with her ass, that he lost interest in the spanking routine. Frustrated, I fired a beam of evocation death at him. Her hips bucked several times, letting the shaft and balls under her clit brush against her as she rode out the waves of her orgasm. “Sure.” “Absolutely not.” But she looked longingly at the drink as they moved away. John asked in total disbelief. Sean thrust into Mom. They both enjoyed sharing each other with different people. It wasn't the subject that made it my favorite. "This is bad…" he muttered under his breath. Prime the defense to think you're strong on one side so you can catch them with their guard down by crossing over to the left,” she explains. “Ugh that bitch didn’t even call once Big Boobs to see how I’m doing after my mother passed.