I soon learned where Wendy had orgies gotten lesbo orgy the nasty streak she used to take a hostile witness apart like a buzzsaw orgies. She had lesbo been horribly abused as orgies a child, emotionally and sexually. Enough of this came out at the time to break up her family, but young Wendy orgies had already learned that emotions are weapons orgies and that the best defense was a strong attack. She got enough approval as a bright and hardworking teacher's pet to survive, but part orgies of her was frozen inside. I orgies soon learned to start off orgies her trance sessions by regressing her to the age of twelve orgies, before the worst of orgies the damage.

She agreed that she needed to release her sexuality and let it grow up. As orgies a symbol of this gradual process, I picked her orgy breasts. Like many orgies women with a similar orgies history, Wendy was different sizes orgies above and orgies below the waist orgies. She lesbo orgy had full womanly hips and thighs, but her breasts orgies were those of a twelve-year orgies-old, much smaller than her mother or either grandma had had. I began suggesting that now that she had taken the brakes off, her breasts would orgies grow orgies naturally, and as they did, her erotic orgies feelings and capacities would grow orgies with orgies them. I had never image tried this before, but orgies she lesbo orgy accepted the idea willingly. I orgies was almost envious of the result; over the next several orgies months, Wendy became startlingly orgies voluptuous. Part of this was genuine physical lesbo orgy change, and part of orgies this was her changing self-image and behavior. She used to lesbo walk like a boy orgies; now she undulated. Admiring glances she orgies used to sniff at now got a warm smile; the new Wendy liked to be looked at.

On Michael's birthday, Wendy helped serve at his party. After we cleaned up, when it was just the three of us, Wendy came orgies into orgies the living room nude, bringing me the collar I had bought her, and knelt at my feet. She looked up to me and asked, "Mistress image, may I make my avowals now?"

That weekend I asked Wendy if she would like to broaden her repertoire of sexual behavior. "Of course, Mistress." she replied. "I always lesbo orgy like trying anything you want me to do orgies."

Pam said sternly, "Girl, do you realize how much bitchiness orgies you have to make up orgies for?"

"Yes, Miss Pam, and I want to make it all up to you. I orgies'll do anything to please you."

"Never better; it's such orgies a good safety valve to know that I orgies'm just pretending to be the orgy boss, and as soon as orgies we get home, Miss Pam is supreme."

"And how about you, Pam; are you orgies satisfied with this arrangement orgies?"