Leena's life had become recently more and more complex : she loved her husband Peter who fucked her as often as his tight work schedule allowed him. She loved prince Kyrhan who was clearly her Master and had decided for many years who would breed her. She loved princess Kira who had trained her and revealed her deep submissive tendencies but she also loved her Indian butler. He didn't know he was fucking his own employer as he was sure she was of Indian origin with a dark skin but he liked the fact that she looked like the real Leena. She had to be extremely careful when she was with him but the thrill was so much stronger! Recently, her friend Preeti had come for a few months and replaced her in Peter's bed. Leena had been moved to a mere servant's room and offered to the new butler, pretending to be an Indian woman. Her butler seemed very prejudiced against white women.

But Leena also liked her Indian greengrocer. He had transformed her into a complete slut, fucking her on a heap of overripe vegetables, making her serve customers and recently, he had begun to prostitute her on a more and more intensive scale to friends in his seedy back store. He had even bullied Peter into watching his wife being mercilessly fucked like a whore. Peter had been insulted, publicly cuckolded and he didn't even raise a complaint. Leena was so proud of her husband. She did her best to repay him of any indignities he suffered on her behalf. Whatever Peter asked from her, however degrading, he was now sure to obtain immediately.

Recently he had offered his wife very tight leather pants that could hold two big black dildoes : one in her cunt and one up her ass. The pants could be padlocked and Peter used immediately that facility. He immediately afterwards returned to his office, telling her to exercise until his return, late in the evening. He wanted to give her a good time, going to a dance hall with her stuffed holes a few weeks later. Leena couldn't imagine how she would cope with those two big intruders stretching her cunt and arse.

When Peter left, Leena had tried to accompany him but she hadn't anticipated the strong effect of these leather pants. She was lying on their bed but when she tried to stand up, the dildoes slipped in her overstretched holes, throwing pleasure waves throughout her body. She cummed and fell back on her bed. When she tried a second time, the feelings were so mind blowing that she screamed quite loud. Peter laughed.

- It seems my gift is a success. You have all the day to get used to it. When I come back, we'll have dinner and then go to a cinema. It'll be your first outing with your leather pants. It may become soon an habit. Next time, you fly to India, I may have you wear them

- But the security controls?

- No problem : there's no metal at all in the pants nor in the dildoes. They are just plain silicon. Of course, I've other ones which are vibrating and can be operated on remote. But it will be for later uses. This afternoon, just enjoy what you have!

Leena took two hours, just standing up. The dildoes were doing a fantastic job on her whenever she just moved. She cummed repeatedly, always very hard. Her only way of stopping these chain climaxes was to stand perfectly still and very uptight as if she was wearing a corset. When she tried to walk to her dressing, she cummed once more and fell on her knees. After half an hour, she managed to stand up. She clenched her jaws tight and succeeded in her next attempt to stand up and put on a long flowing dress.

Putting on her usual shoes with three inches heels and going to the dining room for her lunch was another ordeal. She walked very slowly and arrived just on time. Her look puzzled her butler.

- Milady, are you ill? You look somewhat disheveled and yout face is almost white.

- No thanks! My husband offered me a corset. I want to get used to wear it to please him.

The butler bowed out with no comment. Leena had caught his gleaming eye. When Peter came back just before midnight, she was waiting for him in the entrance. From her stiff attitude, he gathered that she had managed to stand with the stuffing pants on as he nicknamed them

- Oh Peter, I was wishing you back hours ago! Could you open that damn padlock? I cannot live, wearing these dildoes inside me!

- Tutt, tutt! I'm the only one allowed to decide on such matters. You are an avowed submissive and don't expect any mercy from me any time. Your future will be a long series of humiliation, degradation and cruel uses of your body for any domme's enjoyment : myself, Kyrhan, Kira, Swapna, your grocer and your butler for the time being but other ones soon! Consider the present time as a very gentle warm up for your sexual activities!

Four weeks later, they had danced all the night in a Birmingham notorious dancing place. Practicing Tektronik and other intensive dances with big dildoes up her cunt and a live vibrator up her ass had been a real challenge for Leena. She had grown accustomed to this permanent feeling of total fullness but when she had jumped up, it had been really difficult not to scream. From time to time, Peter led her to the toilets. He entered them to be sure the coast was clear, then he ordered her into the booth. He opened her padlock and freed the hole he intended to use and let the other dildo in. The one he had removed was pushed immediately into her submissive mouth.

As soon as he had unloaded in the hole he had chosen, Peter buttoned up his clothes, pushed the dildo back in place, padlocked her again and left without waiting. Several times, the next user of the toilets found her still on her four on the floor. Curiously none had objected. They had offered their cock to her mouth and have her deepthroat them. Some had peed into her mouth and Leena had swallowed it all.

The stuffing pants were still unknown to her grocer and her butler as they would have used them as chastity belts. But Preeti was delighted when Peter showed her his wife wearing them. She requested her personal key and it became a rather permanent item of Leena's clothing. Preeti opened the padlock only when Leena was sent to her grocer or her butler and also when she was to meet the man Kyrhan had chosen to breed her.

The next meeting with her grocer was at his home. Preeti accompanied her. Leena wondered with a little fear what humiliation he intended to inflict her. When they met him, he made a Namaste to Preeti and Peter and slapped Leena's ass with a big smile.

- Good, lass, I hope you're in top physical shape, you'll need all your strength!

Leena wondered whether he intended to make her clean once more his flat as he had done the previous time but he had clearly other ideas. He went down to his garage and climbed into the van he used to transport supplies. He opened the passenger door and helped Preeti in. There was a third seat there but he didn't offer it to Leena or Peter.

- Leena, on your four in the back of the van, on the double and, you, cuckold, I don't want you to try to do anything with your submissive wife. I've found a way to prevent any attempts.

Gupta cuffed Peter's wrist to a stanchion on the opposite side of the van. The trip was rather bumpy. Leena was glad she was not wearing her stuffing pants. She would have been a ruined mess when they arrived. Gupta opened a high metallic door and drove in. There was a wide garden with a small wooden hut with armchairs and a table under a large sunshade where he proposed Preeti to take a seat. In a corner, there was a simple plough with a harness attached to it. Gupta made Leena put on the leather harness. He fixed several leather belts around Leena's torso and belly. She was now tightly tied to the plough. He then put on her head another harness with a leash attached to it and blinders to completely obscure Leena's vision.

Gupta handed the end of the leash to Peter with a long whip.

- Hey, cuckold, I want that this piece of garden I recently bought be conveniently ploughed. Your wife will do the job and you'll drive her while I entertain Mrs Preeti. You have all the afternoon. Use the whip on her if she doesn't work sufficiently and do not be shy with your strokes or you'll replace her between the shafts. She will have a pause when she had done the half of the garden and a bowl of water then back to work!

Peter didn't try to object and signaled to leena to begin pulling. She tried to protest but Gupta pushed a leather bar in her mouth and fixed it to her head harness. She was muted and Gupta went to discuss with Preeti. The weather was very hot and soon, Leena was covered with sweat. It was a far more difficult task than her step and aerobic exercises but she managed to reach a good rhythm that pleased Gupta.

- Good, Leena, if I'd known that you'd be so good, I'd have bought another piece of land far longer than this one and you'd draw a passenger cart.

He turned toward Peter :

- Cuckold, tell me how long since you've fucked your wife for the last time? I hope that miss Preeti doesn't allow you frolicking together!

Peter lied to fulfill Gupta's fantasies.

- No, Master, we sleep in different rooms and both of us wear chastity belts. Miss Preeti has the only key of mine but she has given a copy of Leena's one to my butler.

- Good. So your butler is also cuckolding you too every night, most certainly. It's better and better! Miss Preeti, did you ever think of castrating Peter? That would resolve definitively the problem!

- No! It would be a waste! He sports a really long and hard cock and I use it quite often.

- Miss Preeti, would you like to try my joystick? Then you'll see what a real Indian man can offer you and you'd have no more reason to let that inferior man keep his balls. He isn't worth it. If you decide to do something in this direction, I know someone who could do it properly! He works for farmers who want some of their bulls to be neutered.

- I would be quite pleased to try you but not in front of these two low submissives. Afterward, I may consider your proposition.

- There's a motel nearby. We'll let them toil here while we spend a pleasant moment together and take a refreshment!

When Preeti had left with Gupta, Peter had felt a pang of jealousy. That bastard of a greengrocer was about to enjoy the beautiful Preeti! His second thought was that hearing Gupta proposing to castrate him had made him very hard. He had in reaction a huge erection that would have dwarfed the little Indian grocer. He needed to find some release. Leena was approaching the surface Gupta had decided she should plough to earn a pause. Peter applied a pair of whip strokes to Leena's back and hind quarters. She would speed up and when she had reached the goal Gupta had fixed, Peter would water her. Gupta had prepared a bottle of water he had left in the sun. It would be tepid or even warm but she would have to drink it. Gupta hadn't told Peter to give his wife fresh water but water from that bottle. Peter felt too submissive to oppose his orders. But Gupta hadn't specifically forbidden him to fuck Leena. . .

Two hours later, Preeti came back with Gupta. He seemed quite proud of his performances and wanted the luscious blonde Australian woman to acknowledge it.

- My dear Preeti, are you now convinced that that wimp husband shouldn't keep his balls : he isn't man enough for that honor. I may phone my friend immediately. We may watch him eat his own balls this very evening!

- Ganesh! What has he done to you? You seem to hate him!

- Hate? No, I just despise him! I think he is the most shameful man on Earth!

Gupta was really serious about it! Preeti had to find a really good excuse or he may decide to do it without her agreement. She knew that Peter loved to be humiliated by the little grocer but not enough to sacrifice him his balls!

- Gupta, you're a fantastic lover, I must recognize it but you fuck too often such a lowly woman as that slut. I couldn't share you with her!

- Oh, Leena, just say that you love me and I'll never touch Leena any more! I'll sell her to her butler. He is fond of her.

- So, let's wait a little. If you still have the same feelings for me in a year, I may consider divorcing my husband and taking you as my mate!

Preeti noted that listening to the propositions of having his balls cut out made Peter very hard. His trousers showed a big revealing tent that advertised his tremendous excitation. Gupta wasn't interested in keeping Leena with him for the evening or the night. His bout with Preeti had ostensibly calmed him and he wanted to show her that he wasn't that interested by the pretty submissive.

They went back home but Preeti didn't intend to share with Leena her own husband's huge erection. She called for the butler and told him the young waitress had been repeatedly shafted and used. She was to be given a long cold shower. Preeti purposefully didn't put any limitation to her sexual duties for the evening. She perfectly knew that Leena, or more exactly, the Indian woman who looked so much like Leena would be gangbanged by the whole male staff. It should be nothing for Leena who had serviced a whole team of twenty horny Dalits in Shandrakor mountain resort every day for three months!

Preeti asked Peter if he would like a dip in their indoor swimming pool. He agreed immediately. He rarely used it with Leena who liked better to improve her suntan on the sun deck. As she spent more and more of her time in India with Kira's Dalits, it could be seen as a logical idea. Preeti being an Australian woman had much more sun at home than she cared for. Peter opened completely the large windows. They felt as if they were outdoors.

The night was cool and the water was warm. Through the windows, they could clearly see the numerous stars of the Milky Way shining like so many bright jewels in the sky. The butler had been told to serve the dinner on a floating table. Preeti had asked to be served Champagne. Leena had serviced them in a tight black formal dress with a white apron. When dessert had been served, Preeti ordered Leena to take away the plates and just leave the flutes and the Champagne bottle in its cooler. She dismissed Leena, telling her to report to the butler for any work for her to do. Preeti loved to give orders to the real owner of the house, make her serve openly her husband and his mistress and even more pleasurable to order her to a man who would fuck her and made her submit completely to his whims. But this night, Preeti was in for a major surprise and a final service to her husband. . .

Preeti, dismissing any thoughts about the sexual services Leena would have to perform that night turned to Peter. She rode his big cock as he slowly walked around in the pool. His steps made her ride his pole quite pleasurably. They kissed repeatedly. Her desire rose slowly and her kisses were getting rapidly more urgent and lingering while their tongues were warring fiercely in their mouths. Peter had repeatedly told her that her skin was smooth, her mouth inviting, her breasts arousing and her cunt sizzling hot. She had just responded by kissing him back over and over again. He had made her cum several times and intended to continue several times more.

Peter hold her tight against his chest as he climbed the staircase at the far end of the swimming pool with Preeti still deeply impaled on his cock. He carefully laid her down on the ottoman near the swimming pool with his cock still embedded to the hilt into her wet cunt. He bent forward and started licking quietly her melon breasts while he was ramming his cock up her cunt. Peter interspaced his steady sucking with gentle nibbling of her nipples with his teeth. He played with her teeth, pulling them to his lips. She responded to his teasing by supporting herself on her elbows and meeting the pulls on his nipple by pushing her full breasts forward, offering them to his greedy mouth.

Preeti pushing her breasts to him, a void formed between their bellies. This void was inviting action. Peter snaked his right hand between their tensed bellies. He could feel the wobbling of her cunt still pounded by his erect cunt but he had another goal : her abandoned clit. His forefinger centered on the sensitive bud and began to tease it. Preeti leaned back, moaning and writhing like a woman in labor. She was gulping air feverishly as her breasts swelled and got ever harder under the attention he was providing them.

Preeti was soon wailing then screaming quite loud to the stars. He played with her body as if he was a musician playing with his violin, making her groan, moan, cry or scream to the rhythm he imposed her. Finally he allowed her frenetic gasps to an even faster tempo, terminating into a screaming crescendo when she climaxed stronger than usual.

Peter controlled himself with a steel will. He continued to fuck her hot pussy quite calmly. He could feel the furnace heat into which his thick veined cock was plunged and she felt his cock like a red hot iron plunged in her belly. God! That stupid Gupta thought that Peter was a wimp unworthy of keeping his balls while Peter had maybe the same staying power than Kyrhan himself! If Gupta had been in the room that night, he might have understood the inanity of his awful projects. Peter was in no hurry to spew his wads of sperm into Preeti's gaping open cunt. She was climbing the slope to yet another climax. Peter wanted both of them to cum together. His slow rhythm was making both of them crazy with need.

Peter continued to caress her love bud, maul her breasts and invade her hot cunt simultaneously. The multiple sensations, in perfect unison, were pushing her toward a mind blowing orgasm.

While Peter was giving a good time to Preeti, Leena was lying on a cornpanion table in her dining room. Only her torso was supported by the table and her belly up to her waist on one side and her head on the other side were hanging freely. The table had been chosen by her butler as it had exactly the required height. He was ramming his erect cock into her cunt while her Bengali chauffeur was using her mouth as if it was just another cunt. She was skewered on both ends like some poultry. The cock filling her mouth and almost obliterating her wind pipe was very useful: without it, her screams of pleasure would have resonated up to the Main Street at twenty yards from there and would have surely attracted attention from her neighbors. The cook and Peter's valet, both of them from Madras were waiting for their turn in the best mahogany armchairs of the room, enjoying Peter's havanas and his prized and very expensive Sherry.

When the four men had tired of fucking Leena, they called for Leena's personal maid, Parvee, and her two drudges of the house. The butler had decided that they, too, could have fun with that submissive Indian woman that so closely looked like their rather strict mistress. The maid came with two big boxes she must have found in the attic. She ordered Leena completely naked.

- I've a complete set of undies and clothes for you!

Parvee opened carefully the first box : when she presented her friends the clothes she had found for Leena. A ruffle of silk could be heard. Leena discovered with surprise what she was expected to put on : an old fashioned corset. It was in very good state. Her maid explained the other girls that such things were used by the English women even in India. The goal was to tightly cinch the waist and push the breasts up while the bottom was pushed back to emphasize its size.

The girls put the corset quite easily on Leena's body. Although she had had eight babies, she had exercised daily and had kept a thin waist. She was very proud to be able to put on that corset but then Parvee told them that the waist could be cinched much further, just by using the laces around the waist : oppositely to the modern equivalent, that lacing was not decorative but intended for real use. Parvi had replaced the strings that could have easily broken. The three girls began to draw the lacing tighter and tighter.
Leena began to feel constricted, having difficulties to breathe normally. She found soon that she could no more use her belly to breathe. When Parvee announced that it was sufficient. Leena was panting with her breasts moving spasmodically to get some air. After half an hour, she got accustomed to the heavy tightening of her waist. She went in front of a mirror in the entrance hall. She was amazed to see the hourglass figure the corset was giving her. The girls complimented her for having been brave enough to endure that torture.

Parvee showed her that there were a few loose bindings. She smiled with mischief when she went out and came back with a contraption of bamboos and metal. Leena realized immediately what it was : a nineteenth century crinoline, a sort of cage to support very ample skirts. She had seen a dress with a a six feet diameter crinoline in a museum but she would never have imagined being fitted into it herself. Attaching the crinoline to her corset was really easy : they just passed it above her head and bound it to her corset. Leena discovered she could walk and even sit on a large sofa but she had lost the suppleness of modern clothes. When she turned on her feet, her whole body turned as if she had been in one piece.

Parvee applauded and called for the two drudges to come and help her. They left Leena alone. She had time to test her unusual undies. The knots were far behind her back and so tight she wasn't able to undo even one of them. The girls came back with a marvelous white silk ball dress. By some miracle, it was about the correct size for her but the corset was surely helping a lot.

Finally, Parvee produced a pair of white shoes with high heels. When they led her to the mirror, Leena saw a princess of old, with a stupendous dress together quite prudish with its hem sweeping the ground and quite wanton with a deep and wide decolletage,

- Ganesh, Where did you find that marvelous dress?

- It was in an old cupboard. I found it when mistress Leena ordered us to clean the attic, two months ago! It was in very good shape. We hand washed it and checked all the seamings.

- If you had an umbrella, it would be complete. English women at that time avoided the sun. A white skin was highly prized!

- But there was an umbrella! Here it is!

- By some miracle from Lakshmi, weren't there also some undies?

- No and you won't need any as we have decided to offer you to Master Peter. Mistress Preeti has been told we will knock at the door of the master bedroom around midnight. She'll let you in and we're pretty sure that Mr Peter will want to fuck you on the spot as soon as he sees you. Maybe, he'll want you in crinoline every day until Mistress Leena comes back. Imagine : you'd be the mistress of the house, an Indian woman being our lady! What an honor for you and for us!

- But it's impossible with such a tack. He won't be able even to come in contact with me!

- You didn't really look at the crinoline : the bones in the front are very thin and flexible. If a man approches somewhat resolutely, they will bend and allow him to come very close with you.

- But the dress would still be an obstacle!

- That is where you discover that this crinoline was marvelously designed : the front bones are not attached except at the waist : they will part and the dress is just lying on the frame : it will be easy to bunch it to your waist.

- Ganesh, you appear you've tested it thoroughly, Parvee!

- I told you so : imagine it would have broken down the first time Mister Peter would have fucked you. It would have ruined our idea! We tested it with the butler. Fucking you in this dress and crinoline will be easier than with a tight miniskirt! You'll find yourself nailed to the wall by our beloved Master!

Leena's maid carefully combed her hair as perfectly as her usual hair dresser. The drudges meanwhile adjusted closely her dress. When they pronounced the lamb ready to be offered to the wolf, they led her in procession to the door of her bedroom. The maid knocked discreetly at the door. Preeti opened it soon after. She opened wide eyes when she discovered the outfit Leena was wearing.

- My god! You look so gorgeous! You are so cute I'd like to eat you, dear. If Peter is not interested, I could keep you for my service! I'd love to have my maid wearing so tight a corset every day. You really look like my Leena, just unusually tanned.

- Thank you, mistress Preeti. Do you think Mister Peter will like my look?

- You bet! If he doesn't get a seizure, he'll be between your legs in a minute! Be ready to pull the hem of your dress out of his way. It would be a pity to rip such a superb garment!

- I'll follow your instructions, Mistress.

- Good! Now thank you, girls, for your magnificent present to your Master. It's time for you to leave, I will lead this sweet maiden to the stallion I've prepared for her! Follow me!

As soon as the girls have closed the door behind them, Preeti whispered to Leena's ear :

- This idea of pretending you are Leena's Indian ringer gets boring! We should make the real Leena come back. I'll pretend the Indian maid had decided to come with me in Australia.

- As you want, mistress : you're totally in charge of the house until my official return!

- I'll announce you to our dear Peter. Peter darling, it was a surprise gift from your staff! She's simply mind blowing!

- She? What are you speaking of. . .

Peter turned toward the door and froze : he had discovered Leena in her crinoline with her complete attire. Her waist in particular was unhumanely reduced from her usual thirty two inches down to twenty eight. Just somewhat more and he would have been able to circle her waist with his both hands, a fantasy he had never imagined possible. . . He recognized the dress she was wearing : it was the ball dress the prettiest of his own ancestors : a stupendous beauty from around 1860 renowned for her very thin waist, ample hips and generous breasts. She usually wore very tight sexy dresses and nobody but the most beautiful women could have dreamed wearing her very tight gowns. Watching his own wife wearing that marvelous dress as if she had been molded into it without apparent difficulty was extraordinary. She was the sluttiest woman in his ancestry. If she had gathered her boyfriends, lovers and whatever else, she could easily have formed a complete battalion, including the medical staff, the surgeon and the nurses, the auxiliary WAC and whatever you may think.

His cock became instantly erect, although it had suffered repeated assaults on Preeti. He just wanted to kiss her lips, sure that the dress would prevent him to get too close of the woman who concentrated his interest at the moment. He was surprised when he felt the dress parting in front of him. He was able to press Leena against his chest and kiss her as he had when he was courting her. He looked at her wonderingly. She pulled back somewhat with a big smile, grabbed the cloth as low as she could and lifted it slowly, revealing her shoes, then her legs and thighs and finally her naked cunt that was wide open, her love fluids making it to glisten in the light of the night lamps.

It wasn't the proper time for foreplay. Taking care not to ruin the delicate fabric, he freed his cock and took it in his hand. It was fully erect, ready to enter the gorgeous cunt that was waiting for it with eager anticipation. He pushed forward and without aiming at all, felt the wet anointing of the head of his cock by the hot and very wet love lips of his wife. He humped forward and felt Leena humping back at the same moment. A second later, his huge weapon was deeply embedded into her awaiting twat and they were beginning to fuck as if there was no tomorrow. They had remained standing and Leena really felt nailed to the wall like a butterfly and she would never have exchanged her place with any woman on Earth at that moment

A long time later, they regained their breath on the sofa, the only piece of furniture where her wide skirts would have allowed her to take a seat, with Preeti serving them cordials.

- My! You were marvelous, both of you! I've rarely seen a couple fucking with such an uninhibited passion without even bothering to disrobe before.

- It's that dress : it has been designed by the cleverest craftsmen. It's very light, its touch is sensual and its shape is so electrifying that you can(t avoid becoming the most wanton trollop in the city. When you wear it, you feel like seducing all the men in the world and you're ready to service any man if he is ready just to ask it from you.

- Yes, my great great grand mother, the daughter of Belinda Burnett had about the same remarks in her diary that I read years ago. She was one of the most stunning women of her time and she played with that to lure any passable man in her bed.

- Belinda, you told me. Is it an old form for Linda, my original name?

- Maybe! Just know that although she had always with her a swarm of ex, present and future lovers, like a queen bee but she had also a passionate marriage with her husband who never got jealous : he was content of fucking her wherever, whenever and how ever he fancied and let her on her own the rest of the time, something like the arrangement between our dear friends Dan and Kira!

- May we follow their example! I pray Ganesh to keep us in love and fucking for a very long time!

- May you be heard!

- Just for the fun, do you want to keep me as your personal maid and do you want me everyday in corset, as Parvee has suggested? I doubt that I could remain in such wide skirts for weeks!

- Humphh! Definitely, I want you in my private rooms more permanently, even with Preeti living with us. A ménage a trios has nothing to scare me : I'm not that old! You bet that I want you in a tight corset, permanently for the next weeks and as long as you can. Afterwards you'll wear a corset just the week ends and on a few special occasions afterward : I also love to watch you walking or dancing in a mini or, even better, some micro-skirt and a close fitting crop tee shirt without any undies. And if any neighbor or cousin objects, let him or her rot in Hell! I want my wife always in the most daring, wanton clothes she can find.

- I'll abide to your every wishes, my beloved Master.

- To hell with this damn pretence of Leena being in India and you being just a servant in your own house. Preeti, please gather all the house staff for the breakfast and get the solvent our dear Gupta has provided us to give back Leena her clear complexion.

Three hours later, all the maids, grudges, valets, cook, chauffeur and butler in the house were gathered in the main hall, wondering why Peter wanted to address them all so early in the morning.

- Good morning to all of you! I wanted to meet you and denounce a fraud in this house : you have been told that my beloved wife is in India and that we have received this new Indian girl who so closely looks like her. You have been mystified! This Indian girl is really my dear wife Leena with just a permanent coloring of her skin applied by her greengrocer. Most of you have fucked or sexually abused her in the last weeks.

A buzz filled the room. Peter's staff seemed highly worried.

- There's no reason for alarm. I don't intend to fire any of you. My wife and I are still your bosses as usual. Just know that Leena has strong submissive tendencies I let her indulge in. She may in the future pretend again she's just a servant among you. I want you to keep a place for her in your group. She may propose you to fuck her or use her in any submissive or degrading way you may fancy. In that case, use her as you feel proper. You may even continue to pimp her to strangers for your benefit. Just think to safety at all moments. There's a point I want to emphasize : even if you have used her like the lowest slut two hours ago, that doesn't prevent you from obeying her orders when she's back at her place.

- Last words to my good and appreciated butler!

- Yes, sir!

- Please, inform our common good friend Gupta that his threats of castrating me shouldn't be anything but playful words. I may be as dominant as himself! He may have many other occasions of insulting me as harshly as he may like. And now for Leena!

- Yes, darling how can I help you?

- Just a question : I'd like to have a new corset made. It would be tighter. How far do you think you can go further down?

- I don't know precisely : thirty two inches were quite easy. I think we have gone down by a couple of inches. Afterward, regular use of a corset and exercise may allow to get even tighter. What is the goam you'd like to reach .

- My dream would be fifteen inches but I'm ready to settle at any values under twenty inches!

- I pick up the gauntlet! I just wonder how far I could ultimately go!