Then one of the men spoke while pointing to the side of the entryway. “Corner!”
Their slave immediately shuffled over to the corner and buried his nose in it while kneeling at attention. A couple of weeks ago I was in a similar position and got a ball busting for not remaining in position. I bet he doesn’t move a muscle until he’s told to do so.
A middle aged couple was the next to arrive. They too had a slave. The young man was dressed like a baby wearing a diaper and ruffled plastic pants. He wore a short pink top with white eyelets that barely reached the top of his diaper, pink booties and a pink bonnet. He had a pacifier hanging on a ribbon from his little top and carried a little doll in one hand and a bottle in the other.
“Oh Phyllis,” my Mistress said. “I’m so glad you could m
