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My switch my Female, Tracy walks in the dinning area dominating the scene dressed in a black pantsuit with two and one-half inch black boots.

Walking in lock step almost exactly three feet behind Tracy is a very attractive, very docile looking aspen, a twenty six year old girl that is now free of all of her restraints.

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I last saw aspen yesterday in a very strict X tie.

Last night aspen was a very nude, defensless girl, hanging in tight ropes, very willing to please all of us.

It was at dusk yesterday. On our estate patio loking to the west.

I had fucked aspen early that morning and then gave aspen to my switch, Tracy, A Dominant female

I gave to Tracy, aspen, with an attached red collar and wrists locked behind her back.

Tracy grinned at me and waved goodbye as she took aspen’s leash and led her off to her room.

That evening at the end of a day of brilliant Colorado sunshine the scene matched the white wine and mixed nicely with the screams aspen provided us as she danced against her ropes.

Tracy’s black whip entrained me and my six guests.

To learn the ropes, so to speak….. An X tie leave a slave little room to move. She can scream, she can learn, she can entertain.

Tracy is female and very much a switch. I have given her aspen, a girl, I caught in Aspen, Colorado.

I didn’t fuck aspen last night, but left her alone to be with her Mistress, Tracy.

Snow bunnies have proven to be very soft inside, and subbies they generally are indeed.

The whip Tracy showed aspen last night has probably trained her to obey.

We will see.

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This morning aspen’s red slave leather straps are gone as is her collar. Her legs are covered in sheer, delicate white stockings, which seem to travel up her tanned legs forever.

The scene is pure Dominant / slave. I watch as aspen’s four inch white heels click in unison with each of Tracy’s steps behind her Mistress. The color contrast is striking between aspen’s tanned flesh, the whip marks from yesterday on her back and butt and the whiteness of the stockings.

A three inch white lace garter belt frames a very small, white thong nestled within her larger tan lines holding up aspen’s sheer stockings. I continue my survey upwards from her flaring hips, across her belly to the bra cradling her breasts. Part of her breasts anyway, it really isn't much more than an under wire, with maybe an inch of white lace to cover the lower portion of her breasts. Tracy has pinned aspen’s hair up into a curl so as to be able to see her long slender neck.

As Tracy enters the room, stopping to talk to acquaintances at several tables, aspen with eyes lowered and her hands crossed behind her back matches each move Tracy makes, staying exactly three feet behind her, turning as Tracy turns, stepping as Tracy steps, following and matching her movements exactly.

The jewelry is the icing on the cake. I admire the large green emerald jewel glued in aspen’s navel. She is wearing dangling gold hoop earrings, a gold waist chain and an ankle chain. A gold armlet bracelet is wrapped about her upper left arm. A red ball gag with its elastic strap is hanging around her neck.

As they get nearer to our table, I see that her lips are painted with a fire engine red lipstick and lip-gloss that seals in the color and preserves the lipstick under a perpetually wet shiny coat.

Tracy is a genus I think to myself, never have I seen aspen look more female, and aspen is definitely my kind of girl, all tits and hips, very curvaceous.

Tracy directs aspen to stand beside me as with her finger she makes a twirling motion, indicating that aspen is to spin and display herself for us. Obeying instantly she is a vision of feminine loveliness and obviously nervous as a cat in a dog pound as she does so.

I rise from my chair to stand next to her. Her eyes are cold and hate filled. They are also moist with tears that I have put there. I flash her a wide grin thinking that a blind man could see the hatred towards me that lies behind her eyes.

I turned her to face me and I kiss her deeply, an owner’s kiss, licking her tongue, finding the stud in her tongue with my tongue. But this is not a lover’s kiss. I release from her mouth and hold her against me tightly.

I let a single finger, my index finger pass over her left breast. I traced around and around the breast, gently touching it, avoiding the nipple for several minutes. By the time I do drag just the barest tip of my fingernail across the nipple it is puffy and excited in anticipation of my touch. An excellent sign as I wonder what her mind makes of her erect nipple. A true slave is in the making.

I could feel the heat radiating from her body. She smells great, a mixture of makeup, fear, and sweat. I let my fingers trace themselves across the slash marks that covered the left side of her torso and thigh.

“You have a very lovely mouth aspen. I am going to enjoy your lips and tongue on me later this evening. You are going to be a good little cocksucker aren’t you aspen?”

She does not respond, but simply bows her head, looking longingly at the remaining food on our table.

I know that aspen has not eaten for the past two days.

Picking her up in my arms I step onto a chair and lift her up onto the table. It is somewhat of a struggle, but finally I have her standing up on the table.

As I sit back down in my chair, Tracy smiles and looks up at aspen, saying:

“You are going to dance for your supper, aspen.

How well you dance will depend on how well you eat. Plus you are going to strip for us. You should always be grateful for what I give to you, knowing I can take everything away and make things worse.”

I smile at the thought, all I have to do is snap my fingers and aspen will begin performing for me. Supposedly every man's fantasy, well not mine. It is no longer my fantasy it is my and her reality.

She starts to sway and coil her body around to unheard music running through her head. She stands in place, rooted to a spot at the end of the table, running her hands over her body and across the curves and mounds of flesh that are now mine.

She began to slowly sway to the music. She soon was in a trance with her eyes closed, no doubt grateful to no longer view her surroundings, or me her most serious tormentor. Tracy voice snaps aspen’s eyes back open.

“Remove your bra, aspen.”

After aspen reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra she hands it to Tracy and next Tracy hands aspen a flask of scented oil.

She removes the glass stopper and began by pouring a generous amount of the oil over her chest, which then flowed down her body over her breasts slowly downward across her flat stomach.

Her skin began to shimmer in the reflected light offered by the candlelight. She gently placed the glass flask down on the floor and began to spread the oil across her arms and the rest of her exposed body.

My eyes drink in her beauty. I watch as she caresses her breasts and then her hands began to travel down her body to her shapely thighs.

She starts to breath heavily and pant to the silent music all the while swaying her body and whipping her hair about as she turns in place at the same pace, till she has displayed herself to me in a complete circle.