Conversation at all of the tables near us suddenly stopped and it got very quiet in the room. I know I was trembling almost violently as I looked over at Shelly. “That was probably all of the alcohol talking,” I said in a shaky voice, “hopefully I will still feel that way in the morning.” That’s when Margi started laughing uproariously. “Didn’t you read the rules posted on the wall outside the changing room?” she said, smacking her hand flat on the table and then pointing back to the entrance. “Rule number seven: No potential slave may be served alcohol or any other substance that might impair her decision-making. Violation of this rule will result in expulsion from the club.” “You mean?” I stammered. “Yes,” Dianne said, “your drinks were all non-alcoholic. All of your wild behavior tonight was just you.” She looked over at Shelly and continued, “And I have watched you melt every time Shelly looked at you. I kept expecting you to throw yourself at her feet and beg to be her slave.” “So did I?” I replied softly. Then I looked into Shelly’s deep black eyes and asked, “What do I do now?” “First teen we get you properly dressed for the evening,” she said as she lifted my dress over my head. I must have put my arms above my head to let the dress slip off because the next thing I knew I was standing naked in front of her. “Now,” she continued, “we go up on stage.” The Head Mistress was waiting for us. She pointed to the floor in front of herself and I sank to my knees in front of Shelly. “Do you do this of your own free will?” the Mistress asked. “I do,” I answered. “Mistress Shelly,” she continued, “do you claim this submissive as your indian own slave with all the rights and responsibilities that entails.” “I do,” Shelly answered. The Mistress leaned down to me and said softly, “Now you bow down and submit yourself to Shelly as your Mistress.” I intended to bow, but somehow I ended up flat on my face like I had always imagined cute myself. "And how many times do you…cum, before you need indian to stop?" Do you forgive me?” “Ah, no, that’s a petticoat, and those are bloomers,” Stephanie chimed, making her way over. I cute was immediately ashamed, and couldn't wipe the red lipstick off my mouth fast enough. Once between my boobs. I stood there half in, teen half out of his room door not knowing what to do. Shauna and Chespin's battle against their Pikachu was going much more smoothly. The old man’s limp cock rested against the sissy’s face. We sat and talked whilst her father and little sister went for a walk. The two chatted a while, until Julie insist Samantha turn out the light and go to bed. You're making me cum, too!" They brought clothes and makeup in their oversized bags and changed in the lady’s room, knowing parents would not let them dress for public appearance in such attire. I watched, transfixed as Tina leaned down and licked my pussy, humming a little to herself at my taste. My orgasm burst through me. ya.” Her face was beautiful, just enough makeup to be pretty but not enough to look the least bit trashy.