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With gratitude I noticed the immediate easing of pressure on my back, the lifting of His foot as He grabbed my hair and pulled me up from the floor to stand trembling before Him. “That was better, though there is room for improvement. Your request will be granted, not for you but to spare our guest the disgust of witnessing your lack of control. Be grateful bitch I do not make you pee in front of us.” With lowered eyes and a shameful blush deepening the shade of my face I thanked Him hastily. “Thank You, Master. I appreciate Your kindness.” “Wait just a moment!!” His voice boomed over me. I stopped my retreat in dread. I couldn’t hold on any longer and could feel the liquid threatening to spill from my body to the floor below. “Yes Master?” I whispered desperately, pressing my thighs tight together. “We have plans this evening which require your presence. I am giving you 15 minutes to do whatever it is you have to do, shower, grab a drink but no food, and tidy yourself asian teenage girls having sex up to look…presentable.” I shivered at the way He emphasized the last word wondering the precise significance of its utterance in such a deliberate way. “You will find a dress hanging in the bathroom. Put it on and be quick…your time has begun to tick away.” As was His custom whenever I was to shower, He removed my collar and wrist cuffs until I returned to His presence. Walking as quickly, though gracefully as I could from the room, I made asian teenage girls having sex my way to the bathroom and blessed relief. Not only did I revel in the relief of releasing my bodily asian teenage girls having sex fluid, but felt the pressure ease at not having to be under the direct scrutiny of both Master and stranger. Of course, as was the rule, I knew better than to close the bathroom door asian teenage girls having sex, but something told me I would not be bothered as I carried out His instructions. My stomach growled in hunger, felt as if there was a giant rat gnawing at its walls. I didn’t know how I was going to go much longer without food but dared not disobey. Showering quickly, I dried myself with the huge fluffy towel Master had given me as a reward, then turned to look at the dress He had asian teenage girls having sex left for me to wear. My breath caught at both the beauty, and the image which flooded my mind of my wearing it. Black and long, its light fabric was sheer and of the type which would cling to the body in an intimate caress. There was no use deluding myself it would offer any modesty or protection from prying eyes as its beauty alone would attract attention, and its sheerness reveal all it was pretentiously meant to cover.