Yes, midnight on Sunday! This is the agreed upon time that Sallie Mistress becomes Sallie Slave and I become Master Jerry for the next week. I carefully laid out my slave’s attire for the next day, smiled and went to sleep knowing the next week I was in total control.

I awoke at my usual time and noticed that my little slave had donned her uniform of the day and I could smell my breakfast being cooked to my specifications. This was important because when I was panty boy, she would only make oatmeal and I had to eat it out of a dog dish on the floor. No spoon. Get the picture! I leisurely showered and shaved and slipped into my silk Seville robe and strolled to the dining room. Nice place settings with a white tablecloth and flowers from our garden on the table. I observed her in the kitchen. Yes, she was correctly dressed. Black garter belt, black hose, stiff bone leather corset that left her breasts exposed and those wonderful ballet five-inch high heel patent p...

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