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Mistress ordered bitch to be at her quarters on the 20th, and instructed slut to make arrangements as a meeting was necessary, to fullfil the Mistress's plan. The opportunity for us to be together for Mistress is such a wonderful thought. Who will arrive first, and what will she have done to prepare? I can imagine that "bitch" would be there and Mistress will have cleaned her up and dressed her properly. Shaved "pussy", properly painted nails and lips. The silky panties and hose accompanied by suggestive skirt, heels and soft top are all in place. I can only imagine that i will have to somehow prepare myslef as well for the pleasure of Mistress. Mistress said she needs the time to dress me, and paint me and I so look forward to that, but if allowed to think and plan, some things might better be taken care of ahead of time. Shopping for some black hose with the seam in the back, thigh highs, as well as some new paint and colours is at times a challenge. It is so embarassing when the ladies at the cash register look at me, when i have new silky panties, xl slut hose and new lipstick and nail polish and smile, saying, i would have thought a deeper red would be your color. I do love the cache of color, hose, panties and heels i have accumulated, i only could wish that i could show Mistress and bitch, as i prepare for the meeting. I realize, difficult as it may be, i will find a place to apply my colour, and arrive just after dark. Shuffling to the door in my high heels, i quiver with the excitement of who will answer, and how it would be. I see bitch coming to the door, and Mistress, well in the back ground, smoking her thin cigarettes, looking on. Bitch is cordial, opens the door, and invites slut in. Oh how i feel the two beauties, bitch and slut, so wanting to touch, kiss and embrace, but for the fear of the wrath of the Mistress, we both turn and scurry over Mistress's space and quickly fall to our knees and at her feet. Mistress is so beautiful. SHE is so intoxicating, that without saying words, we will know what comes next. SHE is offered beverages, smokes and our full attention. SHE is enjoying the presence of bitch and slut, and proceeds to finish up her work and move onto what we have come here for. Mistress had said on a few occasions that bitch and slut need to be at her quarters together, as tending to her needs by the pair of us would please her immensley. We are here for only one purpose: TO PLEASE THE MISTRESS The Mistress needs to be touched at the feet. Her hair needs to be brushed and her shoulders massaged. She has had a long day, and prior to anything, ofcourse the quarters must be tidied, There is no pleasure for bitch and slut, just angst about who shall do what and in what order, to please the MIstress. As we scurry about, we touch in a brush by motion. I notice the bulge in bitches skirt, and feel mine grow as well. I know that this can not be, but with the beauty of the Mistress and the feeling of my heels and hose, and the look of bitch all painted so pretty, my emotions are strong. We tend to the chores, Mistress enjoyes her beverage and smoke, and laughs out loud as we stumble through our domestic and personal chores. Soon bitch and slut are on their knees in front of Mistress, and she commands us to look at her, while are side are touching......we feel us nudging closer to each other, just hoping not to anger Mistress. We each have taken a foot and leg, and carees it through Mistress's high balck heels and hose, feeling ourselves sliding within our own, we proceed to work pleasure onto the Mistress, as she commands. I can only hope that Mistress will recieve what she commands of us, with the understanding that bitch and slut, will indeed brush against each other, see each other, and wonder, what may be next. I can ony think that Mistress sees the bulge in our panties, and the silky skirts distortion, from the erect "pussies", in both of us. I can only wonder where she will take us next. I look at Mistress. She guides me with her eyes towards slut, and our eyes meet. We continue our work on Mistress, but draw closer to each other simultaneaously. Our bodies move closer to one another, and the contact is more intense. Our bodies quiver, our painted lips seek, as we touch the Mistress for her pleasure. Mistress, will be pleased as she requires, and if in the end we have touched each other, it will only be the by product of the ultimate mission. THE MISTRESS MUST BE SERVED. |