Jennifer's perspective

The first thing Girl says when she's able to speak freely is "Mariner". she says it tentatively, making sure her AI Slave Trainer, "Tripler T" (Abbreviating my clever name for it, "The Tendi Trainer) would really let her speak freely to one of her superiors. I felt terrible for a moment. I'd turned another Starfleet Officer into a miserable, terrified slave, damn extenuating circumstances, maybe a Board of Inquiry would levy harsh consequences on me when the reports were made to Starfleet. Watching the frightened woman that I stripped of identity; tentatively testing out a temporary freedom she'd been given, made me think maybe I deserved Starfleet to throw the book at me.

When she knows she can speak freely, her next words are "Beckett I'm so sorry, I swear when you and Chang were in the harnesses, I was only trying to keep you guys safe, no matter how cruel and callous I may have acted. But I felt a little thrill of pleasure at the control I had over both of you, and the differences in our status. Now I feel terrible about it. Please forgive me , Beckett and Chang."

I felt a little surprised at the slave's confession. I thought her status as a free woman made her a little too haughty with us lowly slave girls, but didn't know she was worried about enjoying it too much? I guess I wasn't the only one battling a Dark Side in this.

Beckett dismissed her friend's apology with "You have nothing to apologize for, D'Vana, you were just trying to keep us safe in a dangerous situation where we were vulnerable and helpless, I know that." Chang gamely piped up "I feel the same way too, Tendi, you have nothing to apologize for."

There was a warm moment when Beckett just squeezed her helpless friend, wanting her to feel safe and loved. Then her suspicious glare swings on me, fortunately the other two girls don't look with her. She says "Nice outfit, Jennifer" no doubt really noticing my get up for the first time "Really getting your rocks off with a little Domme action, huh?" Now the other girls, clad in skimpy thong bikinis, turn to scrutinize my wardrobe as well.

I said calmly "Beckett, those Cardy assholes made me wear this getup when they fucked her and I last night. Does your Master let you decide what you want to wear? Any of you?" Barnes and Chang nodded, obviously thinking I made a great point. Beckett kept her glare turned on me with suspicion for a moment.

Then she turned back to her friend. "D'Vana" she said carefully to the slave "Is there something you want to tell us now that we're all together?" Both the other girl's pretty heads swing back towards them.

My gaze locks with Girl's, I know she is thinking about telling them about our little review of my After Action Report. I put on my most vicious Domme gaze at her, trying to transmit "Girl, you little worm, you better not say anything!" I was glad the girls couldn't see me glaring at the slave.

She seemed to get it. She was going to be under my power most of the day, maybe more than one day if we didn't have time to free her when we made our move. She knew better than anyone that there were all kinds of ways I could make her life miserable in the foam. If Starfleet decided tricking her into the Slave Foam was critical for the mission, anything I did to control her could be justified for the sake of the mission, probably.

That small, wicked voice again, "Dead women tell no tales..." I cut it off abruptly. I am not going to wantonly murder Girl, I want Ensign Tendi back as much as anyone!

The slave answered her friend "No Beckett, nothing." Beckett said "Are you sure, D'Vana?" Girl replied "Yes."

I rewarded my little slave with a pleasant smile. She looked back at me like I was her worst nightmare. Damn, when did she become afraid of me? I didn't want that.

That evil voice tried another tack. "Yes, you do. And you like that your power over her is so total, that even when the AI relaxes its strictures, you can still control her." It was kind of a rush having this much power over someone, being "Mistress" was like an addictive intoxicant. Maybe I was getting my rocks off a little bit.

The dark girl stared back at me suspiciously again, I'd already put on a neutral, placid face. "Girls, we have a lot to talk about. Does anyone else want to say anything to her before we get started?"

Chang, wearing a blue thong bikini, walked up and put her hand on Girl's right shoulder. Barnes, wearing a pink one, stepped up to her left. Chang said "You're a brave woman, D'Vana Tendi. We're going to get you out of this thing." Barnes said "Hang on, D'Vana, we owe so much to you, we won't let you down now." The slave replied, almost sounding like her old self "Beckett, Barnes, Chang, thank you so much. I trust you with my life."

I noted she excluded me, but shrugged inwardly. If the silly little thing thought I believed she was expendable, let her. I'll bring her green butt back alive, be hailed a hero, and get that medal of valor. Cadets would be awed by my role in this mission at the academy. They'd probably giggle about just how humiliating her contribution to the mission was behind the dorm doors at night, if she ever taught at the Academy. I don't see how she'd get any respect.

I said "All done, girls?" Barnes and Chang stepped back and nodded. Mariner gave me a baleful look, but nodded.

I said "Triple T, revoke her permission to talk and speak freely now." A tiny Avatar of me appeared standing in the air in front of the slave's face. I thought it looked really cute in a miniature version of my Domme outfit. "Yes, Mistress Jennifer." It replied

All the girl's seemed shocked, but Beckett broke the silence by bellowing "And what the fuck is that thing!"

"It's the Avatar I programmed of Triple T, to help control her when none of us are physically present. It will help link us to her, transmit our orders to her, and see and hear what she sees and hears, so we can lead her better when none of us are present. I can set it to only be visible to her when need be."

Beckett folded her arms, and looked at me crossly. "An Avatar of you, in that idiotic Domme outfit? Your ego knows no bounds girl!"

I replied placidly "The only available option for an AI trainer she programmed was Locutus Of Borg, for some strange reason, and he has that harsh, grating robotic voice. I was thinking of her, I felt her AI trainer looking and sounding like someone she knows would be better than Admiral Picard in Robot Face."

I turned to Triple T, who was waiting expectantly for my next command. "Triple T, greet each of Girl's Mistresses."

Triple T dutifully turned to acknowledge and nod at each of the three women. "Mistress Mariner, Mistress Barnes, Mistress Chang, greetings. I am Triple T, Girl's AI slave trainer. Let me know how I can help you work with Mistress Jennifer to control and mold Slave Girl into a good slave." Then Triple T turned to glare at Girl, hands on hips. I suppressed a giggle at how terrified she was of even this cutesy little Avatar of me.

Beckett yelled "Triple T, Vanish, you cosplaying computer abomination!" My avatar winked out, at least for us four Mistresses. Girl would still see Triple T glaring menacingly in her face in my form. If one of the girls inherited authority over her from me, they could change the parameters of the Avatar how they saw fit. If they had time to read all the specifications of Tendi's Slave Control Protocols. Otherwise, Triple T as a mini-me was here to stay.

Poor Girl. Tendi's background as an Orion Slaver and the bad habit of adding "interesting" features to her creations did her no favors in this mess. Oh, well, not my problem, I've got to use the tools I'm given.

Just then I got a comm message from K'Terra. She demands I put it on screen, so she can see all of us. Her ugly face leers at us on the comm screen. I try to mask my fear of the Klingon. Barnes and Chang look terrified. Only Beckett shows no fear, clenching her fists at her side and staring murder at her Klingon nemesis. The sheer size of Beckett's ovaries makes me wonder if I can keep her from taking back leadership of the mission from me.

"Hello, Federation sluts" she cackles. "I have a bone to pick with all of you dumb whores, but right now, I want your little green friend who's fallen so far. First Girl Sh'reyan, send me Slave Girl at once, she better get here at 0800 sharp. If she's one second short, our little discussion will be so much longer, she doesn't want that." She cut off even as I was saying "Yes, Mistress K'Terra." So dismissive of us was she.

When I looked back at Girl's wide, horrified eyes, I knew I didn't want to send her to that Klingon bitch. I. Really. Didn't. But I had no choice.

Surprisingly, it was Mariner who stepped up and gave the order. "Girl, report to Mistress K'Terra. Before you do, Triple T, give Girl leave to think of herself as our equal and a Starfleet Officer, and raise her right hand to shoulder height. After we say the ship's Motto, restore all thought control and punishment protocols." She dares me to countermand her order with a look, I choose not to.

Girl obediently raises her right arm as directed. Beckett, Barnes and Chang immediately clap their hands over hers. After a long moment I join them. On the ebony girl's signal, we all bellow out "Cerritos Strong!" together. For a moment we're not all little slave girls desperately trying to regain our freedom and save our crew, but we're all, even Girl, Starfleet Officers again.

The moment passes. Girl's arm comes down and is locked back in place by the foam. She turns and walks out the MedBay doors, following Mistress Mariner's orders. Beckett stares sadly after her friend for a long moment. When she turns to me, her face is hard again.

She says to me "What now...Ma'am?" reluctantly acknowledging me as the Team Leader. I sigh. Push aside my normal contempt for whom I see as a spoiled mommy's girl who gets away with being a discipline problem because the Captain is her mom.

Unlike the rest of us, she's a highly decorated Dominion War combat veteran. She probably keeps getting busted back down to Ensign because her PTSD was never adequately treated. We need her to succeed. I need her to succeed....

Step up, Jennifer. "Please, girls, take your seats." My teammates do as bid. I make a quick gesture and Holoscreens appear in front of all four of us as I sit down. "We can monitor what she sees, hears, and does from here, on these screens. Right now, I retain discretion as the only Mistress that can give her remote orders, but you can all talk to her. If you want to blank the screen...during her and K'Terra's session, I'll understand." I want to block the session...but I can't. I'm her leader, I got her ass into the clutches of her worst enemy, I have to watch every second of her punishment. Even though I'm sickened by my guilt. I sigh, three other women and an entire crew are counting on me, not just poor D'Vana. Step up, Ensign.

"We need to plan our moves now, at this stupid party and beyond. We won't get a second chance so it has to be perfect. Otherwise D'Vana will be doing this for a long time and we may join her." The girls and I got to work plotting to turn the tables.

Girl's perspective

I helplessly and dutifully walked to K'Terra's Quarters. The Triple T Avatar, in Mistress Jennifer's form, lounges on a couch, slapping a riding crop in her hand and smirking.

The pirates passing me in the passageways leer at me, but don't molest me, surely informed and afraid of K'Terra's wrath. I feel my buttplug rev up whenever I walk past those assholes, I knew it was Mistress Jennifer's decision to blast them with an extra dose of my pheromones.

Occasionally Mistress Jennifer's voice would order me to sway my ass when I walked past them, or turn to make sure they got a full frontal view. Every order from Mistress Jennifer was punctuated by her Avatar jumping up from the virtual couch to glare in my face, slapping the riding crop in her hand. I did all I was told to avoid punishment from Triple T.

They didn't molest me, but what they said. "Good to see you put in your proper place, dollface!" "We're lobbying the Quad to make this your permanent role, slut!" "We're all going to get some of that green butt!" "No one's going to let you be free again, girlie."

The Avatar, giggled, smirked, and gave a thumbs up at every comment. You're thinking, the slave trainer is just a program, surely it has nothing personal against you? Let me explain from a Slaver's perspective.

Sometimes when training slaves, the cruelty IS the point, and cruelty is sometimes best served personal. I'd programmed the AI with all my knowledge as an Orion Slaver, it knew that a slave trainer who is perceived as hating their slaves personally is the most feared. Triple T wanted its contempt for me as a slave to seem as personal as possible. Mistress made a perfect choice using herself as my trainer's avatar, I reflected glumly she'd make a great Slaver. My family would probably adopt her, just like they disowned me when I quit in disgust at enslaving other beings. But like an idiot, I unthinkingly installed all the slave protocols I learned in this program.

I came to Klingon country in the Cerritos, the door whooshes open to admit me. I walked through to K'Terra's quarters, second door on the right. Suddenly I was frozen, I couldn't move. Triple T smiled and waved her hand. The time 0758, appeared above her evil grinning head.

Mistress Jennifer, the real Mistress Jennifer's voice, sounds genuinely apologetic at what she feels she must do, "I'm sorry, Girl. But we've decided to delay your arrival at K'Terra's quarters. We need all the time we can buy to plan, her punishing you may buy us that time." The Avatar Mistress Jennifer is sitting on her couch laughing at my plight. She waves her hand smirking in my face, so I can see the seconds count down.

Beckett's voice comes on "I'm sorry, but we voted on it, it was unanimous, K'Terra focusing her anger on you might buy us time. Stay strong." She sounded miserable telling me my shipmates unanimously pronounced my sentence. The Mistress Jennifer Avatar gave her an enthusiastic thumbs up. It approved of all four of my Dommes coming to a consensus on my terrible fate.

I had to get to K'Terra's door before the timer ran out. But Triple T wasn't going to let me. She folded her arms, riding crop in her right hand, smiling evilly in my face. I pleaded with her desperately in my head, but as I said, I programmed the trainer to ignore any form of direct communication by slaves.

I watched helplessly as the timer struck 0800. Triple T just laughed and cheered my increased suffering. K'TERRA's Door opened, and there was my worst enemy herself, glaring at me with pure murder in her eye.

"Girl, even as the lowest slave, you can't do what you're told! You just had to defy me, you little Orion cunt! This is the last time, Miss High and Mighty. Whatever was told to you, when we vote, you will be the lowest slave for the rest of your sorry life! Get over here now, Girl!"

Triple T, in her Mistress Jennifer Guise, laughs and applauds my Klingon Nemesis with enthusiasm. All I can do is stumble forward into the clutches of my worst enemy.

I stepped into the Klingon Woman's sweltering quarters, grateful Triple T, was working to keep me hydrated and cool; not for my comfort, but to protect Mistress Jennifer's property.

I was free to seethe and hate K'Terra in my thoughts, as she wasn't a Designated Authority over me. I still had to obey her for now, the Slave Foam literally saw me as property and subject to the whims of every being in the Universe, at the discretion of my Designated Authority.

Mistress Jennifer assured me when the retribution phase of Operation Honeypot came into effect, the Foam would no longer recognize the pirates orders. All Female crew members would be recognized as Co Designated Authorities over me from Captain Freeman to the lowest female enlisted crewman. Male crew would be so designated when a female crewmember told Triple T my lust inducing Pheromones weren't affecting their judgement.

And that's the way it would be until they had the time to go through the lengthy process of freeing me from the Foam. Then I felt a sharp jolt of pain. Triple T's avatar appeared in my face, wagging its finger in a "naughty-naughty" gesture. My heart sank. As it learned and adapted, it had come to decide that even thinking about freedom was a hindrance to my development as a slave.

I had more immediate things to worry about, though. K'Terra's ugly face was up in mine, then she held up what looked like a scrub brush with a strap on it. She got a wicked toothy smile as she saw in my eyes I realized what it was, and what she was going to do.

"That's right, my little Orion Minx, I left that filthy head to fester over night, just for you." She strapped the brush around my head at mouth level. Then she held up what I realized was a big black strap on for me to see, before she tied it around her waist. Lastly she picked up a wicked looking barbed crop and held it under my nose.

"I'm going to fuck you with my strap on and whip your ass, while you clean every inch of that filthy shitter spotless!" She seemed so gratified at her cruel vengeance on me for daring to defy her will.

The AI Avatar was delighted. The simulated Mistress Jennifer laughed and clapped, then waved her hands. A graphic of K'Terra and me in slave foam, girl parts hanging out, appeared. The simulated K'Terra started whipping the simulated me with gusto, while my eyes were as wide and terrified as they probably were in real life. The Avatar laughed with wicked joy.

"You're going to walk in front of me, and I'm going to whip your slave ass to the head!" K'Terra growled. The door to her quarters whooshed open as she got behind me. I felt a sting line of fire across my butt as she yelled "Move, you little Orion Slut!" I obediently walked to the head, my Klingon Mistress whipping my bare butt all the way.

Girl's perspective, simulated Risa Beach on the Holodeck late afternoon the same day.

I stand locked at attention, watching the Risa sun as I swelter under my slave wrapping. It may be a simulated environment, but it feels real enough to me right now.

I had been too slow to bring beers from a cooler at my feet, to Mistress Barnes and her Master. At least that's what Gregg said, before ordering Mistress Jennifer to punish me. My superior ordered Triple T to disengage cooling and hydration protocols until my vitals were pushing unsafe limits, just like she said she would if she had to punish me.

So I stand here, unable to move, watching my four Mistresses act like care free beach babes with our asshole masters, absent Kretok. Mistress Barnes is lying on a beach blanket under an umbrella with her Master Gregg, drinking Klingon beer, though I notice she pretends to swig and pours it out when he's not looking.

Demok, Danar, and Raerting are watching Mistress Mariner and Mistress Chang as they giggle and bat a volleyball back and forth. Despite the Cardassians and Nausicans normal animosity, ogling the pretty earth girls jiggling and putting on a show for them seems to unite them. I'm sure they're marking out which girl they think they're getting lucky with.

My Domme, Jennifer, is of all things, DJing the party, at Gregg's insistence. Out of her Domme outfit, wearing a green thong bikini. When he found out about her interest in Earth culture, he thought she'd be perfect. She plays various Terran Tunes much to that Assholes liking, he frequently gives her the thumbs up and smirks, when he looks back to ogle her.

Her DJ station is set up right in front of me, a replicated ancient music deck, so it's easy for her to monitor and control how much pheromone she pumps out to slow the men's reaction time and thinking. My nude slave butt, is still hurting, from K'Terra 's strap-on and crop. The angry whip marks are clearly visible to Jennifer, but she obliviously ups the buzzing of the butt plug, indifferent to how much more pain and suffering she's causing me.

Our gazes lock at one point and I beg with my eyes. She seems to understand, but shrugs her "Can't be bothered with that now." and revs up the remote right in my face. The Team Leader has more important considerations than the comfort of the Team Peon. I know she's dosed them with more than enough pheromones to slow them down, but she doesn't know that, or care about my input

I'm so parched and miserable in this heat. Triple T's Avatar appears before me. The mini AI Mistress Jennifer appears lounging on a couch, under a shady umbrella, drinking an iced, sweltering drink. She looks at me, smiles, then languidly looks at a Wrist Chrono on her left arm. Triple T knows exactly when she's giving me some relief again, but my flunkie slave butt doesn't have the need to know as far as she's concerned. Why did I program it to learn how to be so cruel?

Then Mistress Jennifer announces, amplifying her voice with the Archaic music deck "Hey boys, are you down for some sexy Starfleet Girl volleyball? Team Andorian And Trill versus Team Terra. The losers have to strip naked and eat the winners pussies!" All four men cheer lustily for the volleyball game.

Just then, I start to feel cool and my thirst starts to lessen as the AI begins hydrating and cooling me down again. At the same time the Mistress Jennifer Avatar disappears. Small relief, I know she'll be back to torment me very soon.

The Holodeck Materializes a Volleyball net and Mistress Jennifer teams up with Mistress Barnes on the left. To the right, Mistresses Mariner and Chang. Jennifer turns to the men "Before we begin, do you four boys want to see some Starfleet ass?" All four men cheer lustily. My four Mistresses turn their backs to the men, hooking their thumbs in their bottoms like they're going to pull them down. "On my mark, bottoms up, girls." Mistress Jennifer yells.

The girls turn around with phaser rifles in their hands and start blasting. I hear pirates yelling as the girls start moving and shooting like they taught us at Starfleet Academy. I figure out "bottoms up, girls." was the trigger word to execute the plan.

I wasn't told, After I got back from the MedBay they all seemed too busy and distracted putting the finishing touches on the "party plan" to tell me anything. Mistress Mariner rubbed soothing ointment on my whip marked ass; but then they all ran around ignoring me to get ready to turn the tables on the pirates. I tried to catch their eyes, but their little lackey locked at attention was a low priority for my Dommes.

Through all the confusion, I suddenly see Gul Demok roll and point a Cardassian hand phaser at me. We lock eyes and I know he knows, that despite my current position, I had a hand in making this happen. Now I'm an easy target, and he wants retribution. I look him in the eyes, determined to meet death with the little dignity I have left to me.

Then a flying streak of blue barrels into me, knocking me face down to the ground. The phaser blast meant for me whizzes over me as I fall. I hear Mistress Jennifer's voice above me yell, "You're a lousy lay, "Daddy!" This time I hear a Federation phaser blast, then all is quiet.

I feel Mistress Jennifer climb off me. The foam keeps me firmly locked at attention, though face down on the ground. Mistress says "Girl, get up and come to attention." The foam frees me to follow my Mistress's command, then locks me firmly in place when I'm on my feet. My eyes survey the scene.

The two Cardassians and Nausican are crumpled on the ground. My eyes shift right to see, presumably Gregg, because of the gut, lying on the ground wrapped up in Foam. Mistress Barnes is standing over him, hands on dainty hips, smirking.

Mistress Chang comes over and claps Mistress Jennifer on the shoulder. "That was the bravest thing I ever saw, his phaser was set to kill, if the blast hit you, you'd be dead." Mistress Jennifer actually looks a little embarrassed and really humble, then looks at me with a genuinely warm smile. "She's one of us, Ensign Chang, she'd do the same for any of us, it was nothing." I feel gratitude for my life, and wonderful relief that I was wrong about Mistress Jennifer thinking I was an expendable flunky.

Mistress Mariner cuts in with her usual vulgar bluntness "No time to start licking each other's pussies yet, girls. Cerritos strike teams are beaming on board, including one commanded by Ransom. Our orders are to go to the rally point, free Ensign Tendi if we have time. If we don't have time, secure her as safely as possible at the rally point, and move to reinforce the other strike teams immediately, he's already picked a female Crewman to watch her."

Mistress Barnes has walked away from the wrapped up Gregg, to scan the other three pirates with a Tricorder, "Their dead, ma'am." she reports to Mistress Jennifer. Jennifer orders her to slap slave foam patches on them, just to be safe.

I feel a couple of tears well in my eyes about Danar's death. I wanted to believe I hated him as much as Mistress Jennifer hated her Master. Often he didn't treat me much better than Mistress's "Daddy." But he had a tender affection for me...that must have touched me deeper than I thought.

As soon as the pirates are secured, Mistress Jennifer takes charge. "Triple T, do what you can to protect Girl from harm, and give her some latitude to move and protect herself. We'll stack up in a tactical column, I'll be point, Beckett you're behind me, Barnes is behind you, Chang you're covering our rear. Girl, you'll be between Beckett and Barnes for maximum protection. Let's move out, girls!" All three team members chorused "Yes, Ma'am." Leaving me feeling left out because of course Triple T wouldn't let me speak.

We stacked up and moved out, Triple T giving me freedom of movement to tactically maneuver like the other girls, again how we were taught at the academy. Fortunately the "rally point" was a largely unused storage room just around the corner from the holodeck.

That's where things get tricky. Mistress Jennifer ordered me to stand at the back center of the room. Mistress Mariner bellowed "Triple T, give Girl leave to move, speak and think freely until we can remove her from the Slave Foam."

Triple T replied "Mistress Mariner, complying with that request is outside the parameters of my program." Triple T's Mistress Jennifer avatar languidly twirled her riding crop and smiled at me.

Mistress Jennifer looked at me sadly "Dammit Beckett, we talked about this, there are no shortcuts. We have to do the protocol, all three of us in proper order at exact times for fifteen minutes."

It was true, the Foam was programmed to give a slave limited movement and speech at the discretion of the Designated Authority. It was also programmed not to give a slave freedom from a Designated Authority. As far as Triple T was concerned, I had to be under the control of a DA, the only thing that would make it free me was the protocol. I wasn't a person to it, just sentient property.

Chang looked at me, obviously perturbed, reflexively touching her ear where her tactical earpiece was. "We're out of time, Ransom just ordered us to form a fire team and reinforce Lieutenant Shax's team trying to take the bridge, they're pinned down by pirates. We move out immediately, the Commander is sending a Crewman Tanni to assume custody of Tendi."

The Jennifer Avatar appeared in my vision and eagerly brought up Crewman Tanni's bio. She was the lowest ranking crewman on the ship, having just reported two weeks ago. I felt a spike of pain as the Avatar frowned at me. I realized my mistake immediately.

Mistress Tanni was the lowest ranking crewman on the ship, and also Girl's Mistress when she arrived. Her bio picture showed a fiery Terran redhead with a brilliant smile. Interesting note in her record, she was one of the few qualified enlisted shuttle pilots in Starfleet.

I expected Mistress Mariner to argue and fight, but I could tell she was listening to the same tactical chatter my other Mistresses were. My Mistress said "Girls, stack up in the Passageway, I'll be with you in a moment."

Jennifer looked at me and sighed. She unslung a tactical pack, telling me "Your Phaser Harness, hopefully Crewman Tanni won't need to use it." The Foam would never let a slave hold a weapon. But my designated Authority using me as a remote weapons platform was acceptable.

Then she put my butt plug remote down on top of the pack. She saw me eyeing it, and said "I'm really sorry, your butt plug stays in, and whomever has direct control is to have it, in case we need to use your pheromones as a distraction. Not my idea, Captain Freeman's orders."

She saw the desperate look in my eyes. "I'm sorry, D'Vana, truly I am. I hope someday you can forgive me for doing this to you, if I'd seen another way-" she hugged me, sobbed, then hurriedly rushed out to lead her teammates to victory.

Leaving my pathetic, butt plugged slave self standing locked at attention waiting for my new Mistress. And my lady parts were still uncovered, in the excitement of the struggle, no one thought to tell Triple T to cover them up. I could only hope my new Mistress was nice enough to do that.

Speaking of Triple T, Her Jennifer Avatar was really excited. She still has Mistress Tanni's bio up in my face, she points to it and waves her hand, the word "Mistress" pops up over her bio in black font. Then she waves her hand and it disappears. Then she points at me. The word "Slave" pops up in black font. Then she speaks to me directly for the first time "You're a fucking loser, Slave Girl." She makes the "L" sign on her forehead.

The thing is, right now, even if I was allowed to think freely, I couldn't disagree with her.

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