Susan and Terry had their house to themselves last weekend again so we spent most of the time there.

 i spent Friday night with Mistress and Craig. I was in frilly pink bra and panties and a baby doll nightie that barely covered my ass and after blowing Craig i had to watch them fuck while cuffed to their bed/ Breakfast was a mouthfull of Craig's cum before i was given a pink satin dressing gown to put over the nightie  and taken down to the car.

 i was led into Susan's house. i knew something was up as Mistress and Susan were whispering as i was taken to the bedroom and dressed in matiching red panties and bra (satin, trimmed in wicked red lace), suspender belt and black stockings (no matter how often i wear them i can never get over their sheer, smooth sleazy feeling over my shaved legs) and a pair of black high heels - much higher than i had ever worn before. Mistress pulled my hands roughly behind my back and clicked the cuffs on them. Then i was marched to the living room, staggering slightly on the heels, and sat in the living room.

After about ten minutes there was a knock on the door, and Emily was led into the room. She was wearing a pair of tight pink girl's jeans and a hot pink top with a butterfly pattern in sequins. She smiled at us all, but i noticed that Mistress and Susan weren't smiling.

"Strip down to your frillies, Emily!" Susan ordered.

"Can't I do it in your room?" she asked.

"Why? We're all girls together here. All wearing panties and bras..aren't we?" i notice Emily is nervous, wetting her lips. "STRIP!" Susan shouts. Emily doesn't want to, looks at us all. Susan walks over and roughly tugs the top over her head. She isn't wearing her bra. Susan is furious; her voice is cold. i feel a thrill of..delicious terror. 

Emily is transfixed as Susan undoes her jeans and tugs them down. Emily is wearing y-fronts.

"You see, Jessica, Emily thought she was going to steal the key to her chastity today and escape. She just won't accept what she is. We are going to have to make her face facts. Come over here!"

i walk over. In my heels i stand tall over Emily. Mistress unlocks my hands as Susan grips Emily's hands and clicks the cuffs over them. i follow them into Susan's bedroom where Terry is laying out some items on the bed - pink satin bra and panties, trimmed in white lace, with red love hearts patterned on them. Terry holds out the panties, and with a sigh of submission Emily steps into them; as he pulls them up her legs a tear falls down her cheeks. Mistress undoes the cuffs, but holds her arms as i put the bra on her. She is sat down and Susan smooths the socks up her legs and straps a pair of Mary Jane shoes on Emily's feet. Cuffed again we are led back to the sitting room. Terry and Craig strip in front of us' Emily starts to cry.

"I've had enough of your snivelling, girl" Susan barked. She undoes a package and walks over to Emily. Its a wicked looking thing, like a dental brace. "This is a spider gag. It'll shut you up and make you more..receptive. Now open wide". Emily clamps her jaws shut. Susan laughs and grips her nose, so eventually Emily has to take a breath and has she does Susan slips the gag into Emily's mouth. The gag has metal braces forcing her mouth wide open, and Mistress fastens it behind her head.

Terry is so hard watching this demonstration. Susan leads Emily over to him and forces her to her knees in front of him.

"She's all yours, Terry. Look at how wet her face pussy is." Emily can't stop herself drooling over her chin with the gag. "She's wet for you". Terry gripped Emily's hair and pulled her face down onto his cock, pulling it backwards and forwards, ignoring Emily's grunts of protest. Susan crops her each time she makes a noise, and she is soon silent.

"We haven't forgotten you, Jessica" Mistress says. She has another gag in her hand. i bow my head and accept it before being led to Craig and accepting his hot, hard virile cock. When he comes a mixture of my drool and Craig's cum oozes down my chin. i see the same is happening to Emily.

"Dirty little sluts!" Mistress shouts. Emily and i are bent over the arms of an arm chair, faces close together as we are caned with the crop..i feel Mistress tugging down my panties, and then the sensation of a cool, hard object between my cheeks. i can see Susan strapping on a dildo, and i know what is about to happen. And so does Emily..she is shaking her head. i wish i could tell her to relax,to accept her destiny..