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The only pleasure for you will come from slave wendy’s tongue.” “I might as well leave these here, too,” Margi said loudly as she stood up. When she laid her jester’s staff on the table, her vinyl Harley Quinn tights were laying alongside it. I watched her walk up onto the stage. She looked even more naked than slave madeline had been. Having something on top, especially with long sleeves, somehow made her naked bottom look even more naked. I had thought that the strange tattoos and scars on her legs were designs on a special pair of pantyhose tights, but as she walked up on stage into the bright lights, it was obvious that the designs were on her skin. They were either temporary transfers or real tattoos and scars. Shelly nodded toward Margi and said softly, “Margarita had a very interesting childhood and an even more interesting couple of relationships as she grew up.” Dianne continued the thought by saying, “She is too broken to ever be allowed to be a Mistress. She would be too cruel.” The twins spoke for the first time, “She was our Mistress for a short time,” Mary said. “But she wouldn’t honor our safe word,” Marcy continued. Then they switched into their normal unison voice and big pussy said, “Dianne rescued us from her... and from ourselves. She is not truly Margi’s Mistress, but is more of her keeper. Without Dianne, Margi would destroy someone.” “Probably herself,” Dianne said flatly, “but she might take busty others with her.” She turned to me and said a little more brightly, “She has never officially submitted herself to me or anyone else, but she knows that she needs me. And I give her what she needs.” “What pussy is officially submitting yourself?” I asked. Shelly looked at me and suddenly her black eyes were boring through me. I got all mushy inside as she slowly said, “That means you kneel naked before me at a public ceremony and pledge yourself to me. Then I give you a collar and a new name. After that, you are officially mine.” She continued to look at me in silence for a few moments then asked, “Would you like to do that later, Precious?” I couldn’t answer her. I was too afraid that if I said anything, I would say, “Yes!” so I took a big gulp of my drink. The spicy hot tomato juice burned all the way down my throat. I guess the vodka accentuates the burn because it felt like it kept burning when it got to my stomach. I just sat there with my mouth open gasping for air. “We can return to that question later after we watch wendy satisfy Margi and eleven other horny Ma’ams and Mistresses.” The club lights didn’t dim, and the waitresses didn’t cloister themselves back behind the bar as the Head Mistress stood in the center of the stage with her microphone. “Slut-slave wendy will have ten minutes to bring all twelve Mistresses to orgasm if she is to be allowed relief,” the Mistress said loudly. Margi and the other eleven were lying on short backless couches. They were arranged in a circle with their heads pointed to the center and their legs hanging off the end of the divans. All of them had their legs spread and the smell of posing hot cunt was even stronger than it had been all evening. Margi and four or five of the others had removed the lower half of their outfits, but the rest were wearing full-catsuits like Dianne or abbreviated cat-suits like Shelly and they had opened the bottoms to allow access to their slits. I couldn’t imagine how the suits snapped or stuck together down there and still molded so tightly to the shape of their slit and labia when it was closed. On the woman facing directly toward me, it was obvious that the whole lower front Solo wrapped up from the back and then attached at the sides like the front wedge of a bikini, but I couldn’t tell on the others. A large clock was brought out on stage that was set at 10:00. Then a young woman in a very short, frilly white corset dress was led out. It was very obvious that she was naked under the dress. And when she knelt down in front of the first woman, it was equally obvious that she was a he. Actually it wasn’t obvious, obvious. “You see miss,” Fontane continued, “I didn’t do anything like that.” For those of Solo you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I busty had taken her past her fear of the lust she felt for me and plunged her into the incestuous rapture she'd craved. He motioned for her to lean closer. She had enough sense to imitate me and sit down before eating, but as soon as her butt posing touched big pussy the seat, she bowed her head and ate straight off her plate like an animal. At the time, my hand was not big enough to encircle it completely with my fingers and thumb. God! I didint pussy know what to say but I guessed "A cock" Gaga started her show with the only song I knew “Gonna Marry the Night”. He loved when Tammy wore thongs because to him, it made her even sexier, and now with heather, he felt the same. The same rules apply as the last time except you have 1 ½ hours to complete the task.