I look straight into Lindsay's face "Don't you think this stupid game has gone far enough !!??"
Her face is expressionless as she places a hard SLAT onto my face before sharply responding. " I am going to give you one last chance to voluntarily agree to this; Ashley you are now my little sister and my bitch, NOTHING is optional for you now. You will do as your are told or it will be enforced on you."
"Now turn to Miss Angela and tell her that you now belong to her and curtsey"
My mind is numb; its time I got out of here so far I played along for fun, its no longer fun. I'm convinced everyone saw the red-headed school girl being publically slapped and humiliated.
" I'M OUT OF HERE" I inform the crazy girls and start making my way to the door thinking ahead that nobody has recognised me they will think its only a school girl running down the street. Once home I can climb in through my bedroom window and get into my own proper clothes without anyone seeing me like this.
Wobbling and very unsteady on my feet my running reduces to slow carefully thought-out steps as I get closer to the main entrance. There is a larger group standing waiting for seats and coming through the door is another group so large that the rear of it is still exiting the coach parked outside.
There is no way I'll successfully navigate my way through so many people in these heels, if it wasn't for the ankle straps holding them on I could kick them off and run.
Turning on my heels literally now I target the rear exit, its clear so I head for it. My dress has ridden up on my thighs from all the activity and taking large male sized steps. Like a typical male I start to feel my manhood exposed and instinctively try to cover it by pulling the dress down. This was a fatal error, I had been successful in keeping my balance in the towering stilettoes until now and making slow but steady progress in my escape.
Distracted my heel caught in the strap of a handbag carelessly placed on the floor beside some stupid unthoughtful girl. I went flying face downward.
To my horror I landed with my face on Angela's boots.
Above me I could hear the girls giggling "Oh look Miss Lesley, bitch Ashley is so keen to accept me as her new owner and Mistress that she is kissing and licking my boots"
"You are very welcome to have her Miss Angela, I'm sure you will be an excellent Mistress to her; I look forward to testing and playing with her once you have trained her. I'll help with the training if you need some assistance"
"My dear Miss Lindsay, you must always treat her as if she were still yours. I plan to turn her into a French Maid" there was a little evil giggle before Angela added "and to stop her trying to run away she will live in 7inch heels now - with locks to keep them on"
This was followed by seemingly endless laughter and giggles, not to mention some applause from those around. Everyone now knew it was me and had a wrong impression of me because of these two bitches.
Pushing my face up off of Angela's boots I twisted to look up, pointless hiding my face now. My focus instantly turn to Angela bending down with a collar and leash in her hands "I am Mistress Angela to you now bitch" is all she said
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