“As a matter of fact, there is,” cheryl answered. “Tracy,” cheryl replied, “you are forgetting that we grew up almost together. Indian sex talk like them… Something weird was happening with the Mistresses. But you placed second in those same areas. As they came through the rope it was Mistress Gloria, then Mistress Sam, then Mistress Tracy. Two quick swipes later and her carefully trimmed eyebrows were gone. Tell them who placed first.”
Mistress Tracy hung her head and looked down at the ground. Cheryl and puddy tat get out the arrows and set up the targets. I want to take my proper place as a Mistress.”
She paused as all of us watched silently. The sharp crack did sound very much like a starter pistol signaling the start of a race. You may be wondering what I consider weird since I have been telling how I and three other submissives have been running around naked obeying our Mistresses all summer, but this is different. She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing as we both turned back to watch what was happening. Then cheryl moved down to the neatly trimmed triangle which hid Mistress Tracy’s slit. Mistress Gloria looked like she was going to say something, but Mistress Sam made a hand gesture and shook her head so she remained quite.
