****** They Call Me Mistress - Part 2 by Mistress Zaire ******
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They Call Me Mistress - Part 2


This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. If you do not want to
read about such things, then do not read this.


Chapter 1

Marcus awakened, glancing around the room. Reality set in that all had not been
a dream. Eric lay nude at the bottom of the bed sleeping peacefully. He
wondered where Mistress was, for she was nowhere in sight.

He began recalling the previous events wondering how on earth did he land up in
this mess. He had always been comfortable with his life. He was successful,
attractive and managed to stay in fairly good shape. His mind wandered back
when he was just coming to terms with his submissiveness.

As an only child, his Mother ruled the home with an iron hand. This played a
major role in his development as a submissive. Ridicule and punishment for
little things was a common occurrence his home.

His mother Margaret was a tall woman who had a look that could freeze water. He
felt she went out of her way to make his life a living hell. Nothing he ever
did was right, even though he lived to please his Mother.

Punishments were never verbalized, when he knew it, they were being
administered to his rapidly blistering ass. On the day his fate was sealed he
had obtained an erection during a spanking. Margaret had him lie across her lap
and repetitiously applied a strap to his tender backside. He had forgotten to
turn the can labels to the front while placing them in the cupboard.

Margaret demanded that everything in her home be immaculate and orderly at all
times in accordance to her specifications. Failure to abide by her set rules,
placed him in his current situation.

He recalled coming in from school that fateful day anxious about the day's
events. He wanted to share with his Mother some decision he'd made concerning
his career choice. Having passed his SAT's with flying colors, he knew finding
a good college would be a breeze. Excited with the news, he carelessly did his
chores and made that one grave error. He had not seen her upon his arrival, but
knew she was somewhere in the house.

Arriving back up to his room, he quickly went to his desk and began thumbing
through some pamphlets he received from his counselor. He never heard her enter
the room. Margaret stood behind him looking at the way he had carelessly thrown
his coat on the bed, her anger rapidly increased ten-fold. Delight filled her
soul as she plotted his punishment. One way or another, she was determined to
break his recklessness.

With a pensive look, she barked: "Well Marcus, it seems you cannot follow
simple orders."

She moved quickly to the "chair." She usually sat in this chair when punishment
was forthcoming. Marcus felt a cold chill travel down his spine, goosebumps
rose on the surface up on his skin. Every time he was in trouble his bladder
suddenly needed emptying but he dare not move. Any little thing could elevate
her anger, so he dare not move.

He just knew she'd found the adult magazine his friend had loaned him, but
silently prayed that he was wrong. Marcus knew she searched his room daily as
she inspected things, so he hid it in the one place he knew she'd never look...
under the seat of that "chair".

It was his room, but that chair belonged to her, never was he allowed to sit in
it. Little did she know, in secret defiance, he'd sit in that chair and
masturbate while looking at the magazine. It was his way of getting back at her
for the misery she took him through. His eyes became wide as he realized that a
corner of the book was exposed under the cushion. He at least knew now he'd
done something else to displease her, but what on earth could that be, he
wondered. One thing Marcus knew for a fact, he was relieved it had not been the
magazine.

He watched her move quickly heading towards the chair. His heart raced, as he
held his breath every step she took. He knew he was still in trouble, relieved
that she had not seen it as she sat down in the chair. Strap in hand, she
beckoned him to come forward. This routine he knew by heart. He was to lower
his pants, lie across her lap and remain silent. Regardless of the pain
intensity she administered, he was forbidden to make one sound. When it was
over the rule had always been, to thank his Mother for helping him become a
better man. Marcus was 18 years of age on that fateful day.

Marcus felt it was humiliating to be 18 and have his Mother still disciplining
him with a strap. All he had left was two more months and he'd graduate and
could leave if he like. Still he lowered his pants. Oh how his bladder was
dying for release. Holding back that urge he bent over across her lap and
awaited his fate.

He could smell the leather, a scent he'd grown accustomed to. Margaret raised
her arms high and bought it down. The first blow was always the most awakening.
Marcus ass bucked, but he said nothing. Tears slowly welled, one trickled from
his eye downward. No sounds were in the room, but the sound of bare flesh being
assaulted with a razor strap. This seemed to go on and on, then suddenly he
felt her shift her position.

He thought she was satisfied with his punishment. Before he knew it he was
shoved from her lap to the floor. Then he knew in wide-eyed horror that his
fate was being sealed.

During the beating, Margaret's leg had scraped the edges of the magazine. She
quickly jumped up, removing it from it's hiding place. With wide-eyed horror
she realized he had bought filth into her clean pristine home.

"How dare you, bring wickedness into my home you pathetic, vile creature!" she
screamed.

Marcus lay sprawled on the floor, terrified at what he knew to be his end, fast
approaching.

"Remove everything NOW; every last stitch!" she screamed in a voice he'd never
heard before.

Quickly Marcus stood, so humiliated for his Mother to see him nude. Slowly he
took his shirt off.

Pain seared his face. "Hurry up, you filthy beast," she said as she slapped his
face several times.

He wanted to hit her, he wanted to ward off her blows, so many things ran
through his mind... but most of all he wanted to live.

His hands moved with a blur unbuttoning his shirt. In his haste to get undress
a button fell off. Inwardly he groaned that this was it, he knew she'd try to
kill him. He knew she'd feel he'd destroyed her property, even though it was
his own shirt. Margaret said nothing, her silence spoke terror into his being.
He bent down to lower his briefs, as tears rolled freely down his cheeks this
was so humiliating to him. While stooped over he picked up his underwear and
button from the floor, placing both on the bed. Margaret quick to execute his
punishment, flung the magazine to the floor too, and by twist of fate it landed
on his favorite page!

"Go get the end table by your bed and bring it here," Margaret said.

As fast as his legs could carry him he moved. Returning he placed it before
her.

"Lie across the table Marcus" she said with agitation. He did as instructed.

Margaret knowing his strength left the room and returned with rope binding her
son's hands together. She had to make sure he did not strike her, for she
planned to beat him within an inch of his life. Satisfied at her securing, she
grabbed the strap from around her neck. She was gonna break him if it was the
last thing she did in life.



Chapter 2

Marcus found himself in the most vulnerable position he could possibly imagine.
He clenched his eyes and ass awaiting the first blow. Unbeknownst to him, the
pain seared his back as the strap came down. This jolted his senses and his
eyes flew open. All he could see was his favorite picture staring back at him.

It was of a woman shackled wrist and foot to a door frame. A man was on his
knees with his tongue in her pussy, while another woman stood behind the bound
victim rubbing her breast. The red marks that were all over her body, showed
she too had been punished for bad behavior. His cock throbbed even more. He
knew that she has surrender to the punishment, knowing a greater pleasure lay
ahead.

Marcus bladder jolted him back to reality, he felt as if it would explode. A
mixture of sensations coursed through his body. Time seem to never end as his
Mother produced angry vivid red marks on his back, legs and ass. Marcus knew he
had to endure this somehow despite the pain in his bladder, so he focused in on
his favorite picture in the magazine.

Marcus could not believe he felt his cock hardening. In the midst of intense
pain, in front of his Mother his cock swelled and grew rigid. He tried to
conceal it, but couldn't. Somehow this felt so good, and his feelings were
mixed. The pain his Mother intended was no longer hurting, for now he became
aroused!

Margaret was hell bent on teaching him a lesson. She was panting from the
exertion it took to swing that strap. She wanted him to cry out for mercy, but
she knew he would endure it. Years of discipline had taught him to accept his
punishment in silence. Breathing harder than she ever had in her life, she
continued to administer the blows. She had not seen her son nude in years and
here he was, a matured male lying naked before her very eyes. She noticed
Marcus had stopped moving. His ass was sticking further up in the air as if he
beckoned her to hit it.

Then she noticed it.

Her son had developed an erection!

Margaret never noticed that the magazine had open when she threw it, all she
was focused in on was the raging erection her son had. She now knew he had to
be punished for displaying this in front of her. His ass he'd lifted in
sacrifice, she lit into with a fury like never before. The strap fell between
his ass, grazing over his balls, there was only one problem Marcus was enjoying
it all. Every blow she administered propelled him further along a sexual high
his young 18 years had never experienced. The more she hit him, the closer he
came to that ultimate melding, of pleasure and pain.

Tirelessly she continued the assault on his genitals. Margaret at that point,
could care less about future generations of grandchildren coming from this
sinful and wicked boy.

Marcus was being beaten beyond rationalization. Frankly he no longer cared, he
was lost in his own world, where pain and pleasure met. He was proud of his
cock, the size, the one thing she could not control or stop. Precum was leaking
profusely from the head. His cockhead was beet red and the pain had turned into
thousands of pleasurable tingles.

Lying before him was the magazine, he looked at it noticing the glazed look in
the bound woman's eyes and now he understood that look. He wanted to beg his
Mother to stop, not because of the pain, but because he was about to cross a
threshold he did not want his Mother to witness.

Margaret continued on. His eyes rolled over as pleasures began swirling in his
balls, his orgasm was fast approaching and there was nothing he could do
despite himself to keep from cumming!

For the first time in all his 18 years, he yelled out loud, "Mother please
stop, pleaseeeee!"

Margaret, thinking she'd finally broken him paused a little, then continued on
beating him relentlessly. Marcus wondered if some sick side of her personality,
enjoyed the flogging she was administering. One thing he knew for certain,
she'd never admit it in a million years!

She was hell bent on hearing him cry MERCY! and until he did, there would be no
ending. Marcus no longer cared about being silent, his body was shaking with
anticipation as his cock pumped blood faster than ever before. The ultimate
orgasm was vastly approaching and nothing could stand in its way. Moans began
escaping his mouth without fear. No longer did her presence penetrate his
psyche, no longer did pain exist, he had gone past that point and there was no
turning back. His cock tightened, as the skin stretched forth tightly encasing
its owner. What Margaret took to be sounds of anguish, propelled her along.
Strike after strike across his balls and cock she flayed. His backside became a
road map of lines all leading to one destination, his cock! From the bowels of
his being Marcus let out a long howl. At last! Margaret thought to herself, I'm
winning. Little did she know every blow turned her son on more and more.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, ohhh MOTHER! ahhhhhh..." Marcus yelled out, as hot cum, spewed
forth like a geyser, in thick globs, splattering and hitting everything in its
path... including his Mother's legs and dress! It seemed the intensity of it
lasted forever in his young mind, a never-ending journey that depleted his
balls in that one violent upheaval, knowing he'd beaten his Mother at her own
twisted game.

Margaret shocked beyond her wildest imagination ran shrieking from the room.
Unable to hold his bladder any longer, Marcus emptied its contents all over the
ottoman and floor. He collapsed in a heap, from the most incredible orgasm of
his entire life!

Knowing Marcus had cum in front of his Mother, he slowly got up in a daze. He
felt so confused, he was consumed with guilt and remorse for not being obedient
to her. He had totally lost control, and in front of all people.... his Mother!
Wrestling with what had just taken placed, he began to cry, for he had
journeyed into a world, where few return from.

Looking down at his cock covered in cum and red marks, he cried out loud
saying, "Thank You Mother, for making me a better man!"

Margaret never spoke to her son from that day on.


Chapter 3

Marcus, was so lost in old memories, that he never heard Eric call his name
several times. His cock was rock hard, he could not believe that memory had
triggered this reaction. He groaned as he lay there, eyes tightly shut. He
wondered why he was feeling this good. He felt hands caressing his thighs, ever
so gently, as a powerful suction vacuumed his cock into its cavern. He quickly
opened his eyes, to see his cock buried to the hilt down Eric's throat. Why was
Eric doing this, he wondered. The pleasure was so intense. He laid there
wanting him to stop, but too weak to stop him.

He thought he could hear Mistress's voice nearby. It sounded like she was
talking on the phone. Marcus knew she'd never know what was happening, if he'd
just remain quiet. With eyes searching, he double-checked the room scanning for
Mistresses presence. Though he could no longer hear her voice he ultimately
relaxed, concentrating on the feelings Eric produced tonguing the head of his
cock with precision. Marcus allowed Eric to continue so caught up in the
intensity, as Eric's tongue swirled around his cock, bathing every nerve ending
in its path. Maybe this could be over and done with before Mistress returned,
he thought. But it felt so damn good, it was worth the risk, so he allowed his
mind to wander.

It was not cumming in front of his Mother that turned him on, it was the
mixture of pain vs. pleasure that excited him so. Now he lay in his Mistress'
boudoir, allowing another man to suck his throbbing cock. What made it even
worse was the reality that Eric was also his competitor! He knew if discovered,
Mistress would punish them both. That ideal appealed to him even more, for he
desired Mistress to take him to that place he'd discovered within, long ago at
the hands of his Mother.

Marcus, never desired to be with a man, yet here he was being serviced by one.
Eric was sucking his cock with fervor, more intent than he had in front of
Mistress. Marcus groaned quietly as his passion steadily mounted. Caught up in
raw desire, he reached forth, grabbing Eric's head.

Sensations traveled in packs, taunting and titillating all his senses. Totally
oblivious to the force he was using, Marcus began fucking Eric's face with his
cock relentlessly. This caught Eric off guard, for Marcus was not being gentle,
but forcing Eric to swallow every last bit of his 8 1/2" cock. Eric's eyes
began to bulge in silent protest, but he knew he must be silent or Mistress
would know her slaves were misbehaving. Both knew they had no permission to
enjoy themselves without her consent.

Eric tried to relax his throat muscles, yet he knew how he loved his own cock
suck, so he tightened his lips harder around Marcus' shaft. He looked at the
veins as they rose angrily to the surface surrounding Marcus' cock. They pumped
his blood quicker than his own tongue could move, surging upwards towards the
engorged head. Up and down Marcus moved Eric's head along his cock, "Oh gawd
Eric, this feels sooo good" he quietly said between pants, driven only by
desire he used Eric's mouth at his will.

"Ugggh, suck it Eric, suck it you SLUT!" he cried, "I am about to cum!" Eric
redoubled his efforts, finally relaxing his throat to handle the assault Marcus
placed on him. Marcus grabbed Eric's hair, snatching strands out by the root,
and began emptying his morning load into Eric's hot mouth and down his throat.

"Ohhhhhh swallow it you cock-swallowing hungry bitchhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh."

Marcus continued groaning from the bottom of his gut, as load after load of hot
creamy cum, was pumped down Eric's throat for his morning breakfast. Neither
saw the flashing red light blinking in the corner... recording their antics of
the morning.

Sitting in a room, rubbing that large clit, sat Michelle, pumping it like a
miniature cock, she plotted their punishment and her revenge!


Chapter 4

Michelle was both turned on and angry. They had openly disobeyed her the first
chance they had. No way would she tolerate such behavior from her subs. She
waited awhile and walked into the room, carrying a case containing their fate.
A good friend had built a device created just for purposes like this. Neither
knew nor suspected Mistresses knowledge of their morning mischief.

Dressed in a sheer turquoise floor length robe, she glided into the room
allowing them to quickly glimpse her form. Both were in awe of what little they
saw in that instance. Michelle wore a matching bra and panty set she knew would
cause their mouths to water. The panties fit snuggly over her mound
accentuating the small protruding bulge of her clit, which was very visible to
their sneaky eyes.

Both eyed that spot hungrily, hoping they'd have a chance to inhale and worship
the essence of her pussy but Marcus also longed to worship her ass.

"Good Morning Slaves," Michelle said, "How are we doing this morning?"

Each jumped immediately from the bed, lowering their eyes before speaking,

"Good Morning Mistress, we are well," responded Marcus.

"How long have you been awake?" she asked.

"I just awakened," responded Marcus.

Michelle was furious about his outward dishonesty, yet she kept her temper from
noticeably rising. One things she knew, he would damn sure pay for this, in
ways he knew not of.

Eric finally added, "I have been up for some time now Mistress."

Interesting, she thought to herself, Eric is being truthful! She knew Marcus
had lied because he had already achieved orgasm, and no longer felt that
submissive. One thing she knew for a fact, he would submit before this day was
over, and that he could bank on!

She told them to follow her downstairs informing them to release themselves
from work for the next two days. When they arrived downstairs, she allowed both
to call their jobs listening as they offered excuses for their absence. She
stood there tapping the handle on the case she bought along with her. Once this
was done, she told them to come have breakfast with her and they followed her
into the kitchen.

She had them cook a big breakfast, instructing them along the way as they
familiarized themselves within her kitchen. Eric began setting the table for
three, at her request. Both men were famished, for neither had consumed
anything but her juices and semen. All the food was placed into chafing dishes,
keeping it hot while she ordered them to shower and cleanse themselves well

"No clothes would be allowed today," she informed them, so they left the room
to accomplish what Mistress ordered.

Upon completion of this task, they arrived back standing before her buck naked
awaiting their very first meal with their Mistress. With eyes downcast, they
stood as she circled and inspected their bodies.

"You may look at me," Michelle stated.

Eyes quickly rose to take in her commanding form. Both eyes were shocked, when
they saw their food inside dog dishes.

"I want each of you to carry your dishes to opposite ends of the room, placing
your bowls on the floor. When you have done this, return and stand before me,"
she ordered.

"Yes Mistress" both replied in unison.

She noticed Eric had the beginnings of an erection, Marcus cock remained
dormant from his early morning release.

"Extend your hands before me," she commanded.

Both did as told. She grabbed a pair of leather cuffs, fastening them around
first Marcus and then Eric's hands. A 16' chain, was attached to Eric's,
linking both hands together, yet allowing him plenty of freedom. Once Eric was
shackled, he was allowed to go kneel before his bowls and await instructions to
eat.

Three bowls were in front of him. The main bowl had the feast Marcus and him
had prepared, the others contained, water and steaming hot coffee. Eric was a
caffeine freak, he wanted his coffee badly.

Marcus was not thrilled that Mistress had serviced Eric before him. He knew he
was her favorite. He could not understand the quiet and calm demeanor she was
displaying. He wondered if she knew about Eric and him earlier, but quickly
dismissed it, for they both had heard her on the phone during their play
period. Pushing that idea to the back of his mind, he watch Mistress' heel clad
feet approach him.

"Place your hands behind your back Marcus," she ordered calmly.

Marcus stood in shock. He could not believe he was being denied the usage of
his hands yet Eric had his. Sensing an undercurrent, he quickly obeyed.

A short 6" chain was applied, limiting his movement and this angered him even
more. He was very hungry this morning, his stomach churned in silent protest.
He knew something was wrong, but somehow he'd manage to eat his food,
regardless of difficulties she placed upon him. Michelle then attached ankle
cuffs adding another 6" chain connecting the two. This only allowed Marcus
limited movement in his stride when the time came to walk.

"Go to your corner Marcus" Mistress ordered. She watched him hobble to his
corner in a comical display. He tried his best to keep his balance and not
fall. She walked behind him, bending over picking up two of his bowls. Walking
behind him, she ordered him to turn towards her, as she began dumping his food
bowl onto the floor.

Marcus was mortified, he'd done everything she requested, yet this was
happening to him. Uttering no further commands, she walked away and sat at the
table viewing both her subs at a distance.

"You may begin to eat slaves. Each man noticed her usage of the term
slaves...why just last night she'd just called them her pets, both were totally
baffled. Eric was confused, but hearing her order began to eat quickly. He
snickered to himself about the plight he sensed poor Marcus soon faced.


Chapter 5

Michelle sat there quietly laughing at Marcus who was still standing. With eyes
downcast, Marcus wondered if Mistress had somehow forgotten to tell him to get
on the floor, so he continued standing.

"Doesn't this taste delicious Marcus?" she taunted, slowly chewing her food.

"I have yet to taste it Mistress" he replied.

"Oh did I forget to tell you to kneel down and eat my precious?" Michelle said
mockingly.

"No orders were given Mistress." Marcus said.

"Very good precious, you are on your p's and q's this morning" replied
Michelle.

"Get down on your knees slave" She stormed.

Marcus heard the change in tone, what on earth had he done to deserve this, he
wondered.

Attempting to lower himself gently, he began his descent. Halfway down he lost
his balance and fell in a heap smashing all of his food against him and the
floor. The coffee bowl had been jarred through all this, splashing most of its
contents, onto Marcus' chest and nipples. Marcus wanted to cry out loud as the
pain burned his skin. He kept silent knowing he was about to endure a
punishment.

"You clumsy white piece of shit!" Michelle yelled.

Quickly she got up, knowing this would happen to him, and walked towards
Marcus.

"Well my precious, since you cannot eat without making a mess, I will have to
feed you myself!" she stated.

"Sit down on the floor Marcus" she commanded. Michelle turned on by the change
of events, stood before him cradling his face between her hands.

Her pussy was steaming with desire as she pressed it into his face. She groaned
at the power she welded over him, for she was the owner of t.h.i.s. property.

Marcus sat there totally confused, one minute Mistress yelled at him, the next
minute she spoke lovingly to him, enjoying her caresses, he relaxed.

He knew his cock was beginning to stir, but his balls were depleted from this
mornings romp with Eric. Unbeknownst to him, that was the least of his
troubles. Mistress's long nails moved across his mouth and stopped.

"Marcus," Mistress said, "Which would you prefer, to eat what's left, or drink
my precious?"

As much as his belly growled, Marcus just could not see himself eating food
from off the floor.

"I'd rather drink Mistress." he replied.

"Very well then, as you wish" commented Michelle.

Michelle walked towards the table, carefully removing her panties and stepping
out of them. She walked towards Marcus, and threw one leg over his shoulders
and tilted his head backwards, placing her pussy against his mouth. Marcus
assumed he was to drink her juices as he tongued that large clit he'd come to
love.

"Close your eyes pet, Mama's gonna give you all you can swallow" said Michelle,
as she let go of the urine she painfully held in her bladder all morning.

"Don't waste a drop pet, or you'll be sorry!" she added. Not expecting her to
pee on him, Marcus rejected the first mouthful as the amber liquid hit his
tastebuds, but Michelle held him tight against her and let go of what seemed
like a few pints of urine into his mouth. He had no choice but swallow, and
gulped he did, as fast as he could till it finally ended.

Urine was all over his shoulders and chest, leaking onto the floor.

"I told you to swallow every last drop Marcus," Michelle screamed.

At this point Marcus wished he'd ate his food off the floor.

"Bend down and lick every last drop off the floor and off my shoe!" she said.

Marcus, humiliated beyond belief, began to lap his Mistresses pee off the
floor. A slap hit his face so hard his head-spin caught him off guard.

"Dammit I said my shoe too you son of a bitch!" yelled Michelle as she thrust
her foot towards his mouth.

Marcus was about to lick the top of her shoe, when she told him to remove it
and lick the bottom.

Disgust filled his body, the bottom of her shoe showed wear and tear like any
other shoe worn a lot. He knew dirt and all types of vile stuff had come in
contact with that shoe. Rather than receive yet another slap, he closed his
eyes and licked her shoe clean. Grit, dirt and urine filled his mouth and when
he finished, he hung his head in shame.

This was so revolting to him. Marcus thought Mistress liked him... never before
had Marcus been so humiliated and disgusted, until he was remembered his
Mother!


Chapter 6

Eric was relieved Mistress was taking her wrath out on Marcus. A small part of
him felt sorry for him, but he was more so relieved it wasn't him at the end of
her anger. He never thought anymore about what bought this change on and that
was a major mistake on his end. He ate his food and snuck a few glances at
Marcus during the degradation Mistress took him through. Stomach full,
regardless of how it was acquired, he sat kneeling by his empty dog dishes.

"Marcus" Mistress said, "Clean up this food mess and take another shower, so
you'll be clean enough to sit on my floor."

Michelle then removed his chains from his wrists, so that he could finish his
chores, however she left his ankles chained. Marcus felt at least it was better
than not having usage of his hands to accomplish his tasks. He made sure when
he stood, to keep his balance.

He thought with much horror, if her urine was the drink, he'd shuddered when he
thought what his "other food" may have been!

Cleaning up the mess had been a breeze, he was relieved to be off his knees and
finish with his chores. Michelle laughed inwardly as he once again hobbled
around the kitchen finally exiting to take a shower.

"Arise and come with me pet," she said to Eric. Eric stood up, and followed
behind his Mistress heading towards the den. He wondered to himself why she
carried that case with her everywhere she went, one thing he knew for certain,
there was no way of telling what was inside.

Michelle retrieved the video and placed it in her VCR. As she strolled to the
couch she paused long enough to grab the remote control. Eric watched her big
round ass move seductively about as she accomplished her small tasks. Finishing
up the last details she pushed a button on the control. The wall on the
opposite side began to move. To Eric's utter surprise, was a large room with
shackles mounted to the walls and floors. Two tables with chains attached to
its legs, and a wide assortment of gadgets he'd never in his life seen before.
Pausing to notice the look on his face, she smiled sitting down on the couch.

"Have a seat by my side pet" Mistress said as she beckoned Eric.

He went and sat down beside her on the couch replying calmly, "Yes Mistress."

"Feel free to observe your surroundings pet, for you'll see this room often, in
the days to come." she added.

They sat there in silence awaiting Marcus' return. When Marcus entered, he was
shocked to see Eric sitting with "his" Mistress.

"Do come in Marcus, we've been waiting on you" said Michelle, "Please sit down
on the floor, right here by my feet," she pointed a long nail downward. Marcus
was angry, not so much that he had to sit on the floor, but that Eric was
sitting too close to his Mistress, smirking at him.

Little did Eric know, Mistress saw that smirk and knew she was about to wipe it
off his face permanently.

Michelle sat back and switched on the TV and VCR. To both their horror, they
looked at the screen seeing their morning antics playing before their very eyes
in living color.

Marcus immediately knew why he had been punished.

Eric immediately knew, he was about to be.

Neither could possibly imagine, what Mistress had in store for them, and what
was hidden in that case she tapped her nails against repeatedly!


Chapter 7

Smiling to herself Michelle got up, and walked towards the hidden room. This
was her pride and joy, she had saved to have this area built to her
specifications, and its first usage was about to happen. After checking the
clock, she turned on her heels looking intensely at her charges. Her eyes
beheld fear brewing in both their eyes.

"You thought you had pulled a fast one on me didn't you?" she asked but not
waiting for an answer.

"Today is a day you'll both remember for the rest of your lives...trust me,"
she stormed on, "By the time I finish with you two, disobedience like this
morning will never EVER, happen again!"

Marcus was scared to death, he began to wonder why he'd allowed his desires to
lead him here in the first place. Eric sat numbly on the couch. He knew he was
already the target of his Mistress previous anger. Just when things appeared to
look favorable, he'd blown another opportunity to ease into her good graces.
Seconds clicked by and they both cherished each one of them, wanting it to
never end...before their punishment began.

"Well my horny little white trash bitches, get off those asses and come in here
now!" she raged.

Both began to walk towards their fate.

"Marcus, bring my case with you," she commanded.

Marcus reached for the case, hearing objects shift inside as he carried it to
his Mistress handing it to her.

"Yesterday, I was gracious enough to allow you to orgasm. This morning the
moment I left you unattended, you Eric, brought Marcus to yet another orgasm
without my consent. You Marcus, allowed it to happen rather than resist. It is
apparent you both have homosexual tendencies, yet yesterday you both seemed
repulsed by it all. What was allowed yesterday, will cause you pain today."

She walked around the table and stopped. She pointed a curled finger to Marcus,
signaling him to approach. Marcus felt his legs turn to jelly. To him Eric
orally gratifying him was just a mouth he used. He had to blocked out it being
administered by a man from his thinking. He envisioned Mistress' lips wrapped
around it, not Eric's!

Why had he allowed Eric to continue, he thought with remorse, for he knew
Mistress favored him over Eric. He knew she would have taken him to heights men
only dreamed of. Nothing mattered at this point, his fate was sealed. He had
disappointed his Mistress, and must now reap the consequences.

His bowels felt as if they would explode from the terror that gripped his
stomach. Stopping by the table he stood, awaiting instructions. He knew she was
about to chain him to it, for she never removed his leather cuffs.

"Lie down on your back, "Mr. Suck My Cock ," she mimicked.

Marcus winced at her words but did as instructed. Mistress walked to the head
of the table, holding a very heavy chain attaching it to his left wrist. She
pulled it till he felt his muscles pop. He shifted slightly to alleviate the
pain. She noticed the movement, yet said nothing. She proceeded to secure it to
the bottom steel hook drilled into the floor, wrapping the excess chain around
the table leg, which was bolted to the floor, and snapping that lock into
place. Michelle knew once the other arm was attached he would be in a great
deal of pain. Her clitoris twitched at the thought..

Marcus laid there on the table, finally noticing the 4 x 10 beveled mirror on
the ceiling. On all corners of the it dangled chains and stirrups. Each was
secured by the beams they were bolted to. He inhaled a deep breath when he saw
this. How pathetic he looked, as he viewed himself in the mirror. He wished he
had ran away than endured what was about to happen...whatever that may be. His
love for his Mistress had surprised even him in such a short time. He knew even
if he desired to, he could never leave Mistress regardless of the punishment.
Marcus realized, he was in love with his Mistress.


Chapter 8

Michelle secured his other arm in the same manner. Stopping to look at her
work, she left him there satisfied for the moment. She walked into the den,
heading to the closet. She retrieved a shopping bag sitting down in her chair.

"Eric, my ever so obliging cocksucker... do approach me," she ordered.

Eric dreaded this moment. He felt he had always received the worse end between
Marcus and him. He admitted to himself, that he was repulsed by sucking Marcus'
cockatoo first anyway. He knew what appealed to him was Marcus' size and taste
as he was being forced to service him that once. He meant no harm by sucking
Marcus' cock this morning, actually he desired to be found doing it by
Mistress. Well all things set aside, he got his wish...Mistress saw it
afterall.

That morning Eric felt that by sucking Marcus' cock, it would help him the next
time he was order to suck it in front of Mistress. He was surprised himself,
that in the process, he had enjoyed doing it. He prided himself knowing he had
actually swallowed all 8 1/2 inches of that monstrous cock. What he did not
know that he'd suffer majorly for that act.

Crime committed, time was at hand to pay. He stepped forward stopping in front
of Mistress. She reached into the bag and withdrew some lingerie.

"Put this on Eric, since you act like a trailer trash slut, you'll dress like
one!" she remarked.

Eric was handed pair of pale pink sheer panties. His cock began to harden. This
was his favorite fantasy come true, he beamed inwardly.

This was no punishment being subjected to dress like this, this was ideal!

When he picked up the panties he noticed the front and back had a Velcro
opening. Mistress bent over to unchain his legs, removing the chain he was now
free to dress. Oh how exquisite it felt against his cock, when he finally
pulled them up. His cock was starting to throb madly. Mistress then unfastened
the chains on his wrists, once again removing the chain and setting it aside.
She went back into the bag and bought out a pair of thigh high white silk
stockings.

"You know what to do bitch, just don't stand there dammit, put them on!"
Mistress yelled.

Never having put on women's stocking was a major undertaking especially since
he was standing up.

"You better not place one run in them you cock-loving whore!" Michelle enjoyed
saying this, for watching his transformation was turning her on.

She must admit, he did look cute in those panties, especially the way they
molded around his ass. Containing herself, she stood up grabbing the bag and
pulled out the matching bra. She walked to the back of him, grabbing him and
pulling him into her body, grinding herself against him. Eric could feel her
clit, rubbing against his ass as she held him, encircling him in her arms. She
began raking those long nails across his nipples. His cock, strained against
the fabric, which held it captive.

"Hmmm slave you feel very sexy to me like this" she commented.

When she stopped, he thought he'd pass out from the mixture of sensations
racing through his body. Her body, despite her added weight felt like a pillow
of cotton as she pressed into him.

Mistress walked to the front of him, and opened her mouth, capturing his
nipple, licking on each one till he thought he'd pass out. Such a wonderful
feeling this was.

"Ohhhhh Mistress," he groaned. Realizing he had made yet another mistake, he
stiffened for the slap he expected to receive...yet none came.

Michelle heard him, but she knew that what was on the horizon, would have him
begging and wishing that she'd slapped him instead. Reaching into the bag she
withdrew a tube, Eric could not make out what was written on it. With a liberal
amount on her fingertips she rubbed it on his still moist nipples. Round and
round she circled them, taking her time. Eric noticed the smell first, and it
smelled very familiar to him. He'd used it several time when his muscles ached,
and then it dawned on him...it was Ben-Gay!

His nipples no longer felt her touch, a searing heat was penetrating them. He
shifted wishing he could rub them to ease the sensations, yet he stood still
enduring the discomfort. She made him put on the matching bra with the nipples
cut out. Grabbing two white ribbons she pulled the excess fabric. Since he had
no breast, she secured the excess by tying a dainty bow at the top of the bra
on each side, leaving his own nipples protruding from the openings.

She stood back and admired her work, but something was missing, oh yes! how
could she forget....make-up!.

Because Michelle was a black woman, her make-up she bought suited her shade.
Knowing he look ridiculous in it, she planned to turn this bitch into the whore
he was. She went to get it, leaving him standing there. This time, Eric dare
not move an inch!

Marcus not knowing what was happening, could not hear them. Mistress had left
the VCR on and the sounds of his moans on tape filled his ears. He was unable
to see the transformation Eric was undergoing. Both waited in silence for her
return, both wondering and fearing the next stage.


Chapter 9

Michelle reached her vanity and selected various bottles of makeup. On her way
back down, she click on the surveillance camera, for she had an idea today was
gonna be a hot one. She wanted this on tape. She felt would reinforce her power
over them. She would never use it to harm them concerning their careers or
personal life...but it gave her an added edge if she had it in case one decided
to leave before she was ready for them to go. The camera record button was on,
and everything was set.

She entered the room finally standing before Eric once again. His eyes were
lowered, and she was glad of that. She began applying the makeup in silence,
occasionally telling him to turn his head a certain way. Eric new he was going
to look ridiculous, but what could he do. When the makeup was completed, she
placed a blonde wig on him, styled with a mass of individual braids. Actually
he did not look that bad as a female she thought. It was however hilarious when
she applied the cream foundation to his skin, after all the color was several
shades darker than he was. Michelle started cracking up, she could no longer
hold her giggles. Finally regaining her composure, she noticed there was only
one problem, his eyebrows were way too bushy. Laughing Michelle reached for
some tweezers and began arching his brows! Humiliated beyond imagination Eric
stood while hairs were plucked 4 and 5 at a time. The pain was just that
p.a.i.n! and it increased as she reached the sensitive areas.

The makeup would wash off, but how on earth could he possibly explain to his
staff or clients his arched eyebrows? He have no logical answers, oh how this
delighted her soul.

"Sit down beside me here Eric," she said, and proceeded to select nails and
super gluing them to his hands.

Normally nails are filed to remove sharp edges, but Michelle left his alone.
She polished them a glittery hot shocking pink. The only thing missing.... was
his shoes!

While Michelle was shopping one day she noticed the ugliest heels she'd ever
seen. Smiling wickedly to herself she rushed into the store purchasing them in
a size 12. The salesperson looked at her as if she'd lost her mind, but to
Michelle it was a rare find. Handing them to Eric, she told him to put them on.
Luckily Eric had small feet for a man, and the shoes were several inches too
big. Ordering him to stand and walk, she laughed as he attempted to walk in the
heels. She only had one last effect to perform, jewelry. Michelle placed heavy
gold-hooped earrings on his lobes. Eric was lucky they were clip on, for
knowing Mistress, she may have pierced them with the earring itself. He was
relieved it never occurred to her.

Eric sat they watching Mistress piling her long her on top of her head. She
beckoned for him to walk with her, and together they entered the room. Eric had
a difficult time keeping up with her in his heels. Taking careful steps he
managed to reach the other room, and he knew he looked as ridiculous as he
felt.

"Stop right here," she spoke softly to Eric.

She then approached the table where Marcus was chained.

"Well my precious, looks like you got that white ass of yours into a lot of
trouble," Mistress stated." Being an Attorney, how do you plead your case?"

Marcus began stammering his apologies, faster than he could draw a breath.

"Well, unfortunately the Judge," she said pointing to herself, " **ME,** has
decided to issue the sentence" she added. "I have some work to do on you
Marcus, when I am finished with ' your ' transformation, over the next 1 1/
2 hours, neither of you may have an orgasm. If you do, when 7 o'clock arrives,
you'll regret for a long time to come that you lost control. Today both your
names shall change. Erica will become ~ Erica, Marcus will become~ Marcia. To
show you that the names will fit, let me introduce Erica to you now."

Marcus looked as if he'd pass out when he saw Erica. A small part of him felt
sorry for him, but he was so angry at him starting this mess, needless to say
his compassion was short lived.

Though Marcus was never dressed up like Eric, Michelle applied makeup, tweezed
his brows and he too donned a wig and nails. The new Marcia, still chained,
laid there fuming.

She admired the transformation on her slaves. Picking up the camera she'd
bought down, she placed them in seductive poses and snapped away. Eric was
increasingly feeling remorseful forever having disobeyed her in the first
place.

"Erica, release Marcia from her bonds" Mistress ordered."

Eric moved around the table unchaining Marcus. He was relieved that he had the
table to assist him from falling. Walking in the heels was not only a task, but
also hurting his toes, which were crammed at the tip of his shoes.

"Now climb on top of Marcia in a 69 position Erica," she calmly said. "There is
going to be a competition, the goal is to cause the other to cum without
cumming yourself. Whichever individual succeeds in winning this is spared the 6
0'clock punishment. If you both climax by the time this test end, both will be
punish! also if neither of you cum, you both will be punished. Guess what
girlies? that is the Catch-22" Mistress then walked to the case, opening it she
pulled out an alarm clock.

Next she pulled out a tube of cream with no label on it. Walking to the table
she applied generous amounts to both their cocks and anus. Marcus thought to
himself, that this could not be a hard task, little did he know it would prove
to be the hardest thing his body had ever been placed through mentally and
sensually.

"I don't care what you do, to one another to ensure personal victory," Mistress
added, "...but everything and I mean everything is allowed."

Both were beginning to see their predicament, and both felt their cocks stir
without warning.


Chapter 10

Michelle started to rub some of the "Enhancer Cream" on clitoris, but decided
against it. She figured she'd get turned on naturally while watching them, so
she waited. Neither knew what it was she placed on their cocks, but every nerve
ending came to life in a very short time. Eric was still in his panties, and
the head of his penis was super sensitive. His nipples both tingled and burned
from the Ben-Gay. All he knew was that he must somehow withstand the urge to
bust the load that was building presently.

He laid there on the table, deciding to stroke Marcus' cock first. Suddenly an
idea came to him.

Mistress said a.n.y.t.h.i.n.g. went!

Hopping down from the table he said humbly, "Mistress may I have some oil to
use?"

Michelle smiled to herself, "Yes Erica you may, look next to the case, you'll
find some."

Erica forgot he had the heels on and managed to make it there and back
retrieving the lotion. His cock was throbbing badly and he wanted to rub it
some to relieve the sensations, but knew he could not touch his own self. Once
again there was no writing on the bottle, pouring a liberal amount on his hand,
he got back in position and grasped Marcus' cock. He noticed his hand became
warmer before he even reached it. Grinning to himself he knew what it was. Eric
could just imagine how short and sweet this victory would be with this
assisting him along. Grasping Marcus cock he slowly began to stroke it, while
taking his long fingernails and trailing sensuously down his ass. He was
surprised that within moments he himself was hard! In a steady rhythm he began
pumping it making sure he coated the head real good. The more he stroked, the
more turned on Marcus became. Eric was trying to focus in, he attempted to
ignore the sensations his own body signaled, so he continued. The difficulty
came in because of the nails, Eric knew how a woman must feel when she grasp a
cock now that he had nails.

Marcus was having a rough start. First of all he had only been on the receiving
end. Secondly he was repulsed to have a man's cock this close to his mouth. He
had no idea what to ask for to help him, unlike Eric had done. He knew however
he must do something for Eric's hand was stroking his cock, just the way he
like it. A gasp left his lips as his sensitive dick began to grow warmer. What
was it he was using, he wondered as his hips involuntarily start moving.
Instinctively he grabbed Eric's ass, he knew the sensations from the cream
against the silky sheer panties must be driving him nuts. He allowed his hands
to rub him through his panties... problem was it felt good even to him.

"Ahhh" Eric groaned, Marcus took that as a sign he was on the right track. He
continued rubbing him slowly, finally reaching between the Velcro opening and
releasing his cock into his vise grip. It felt odd to him holding another man's
cock in his hand. The moment he touched it, Eric's cock jerked upwards. There
was no way of hiding his arousal any further, for Eric's cock was hard as a
brick. He continued on slowly stroking Eric's cock, tracing little circle with
his other hand on his ass. He was careful not to rip the panties, Mistress
purchased, but could care less if the nails scratched Eric's ass. The more he
stroked it, the louder Eric became.

Michelle had positioned herself so she could see it all. Her eyes searched back
and forth as if she watched a tennis match. 'Damn this was some hot shit,' she
thought to herself. She decided to stay within view so they could see her
pleasuring herself. She was sitting in an armchair, and opened her legs wide,
laying a leg over each arm.

"Ahhh Damn, you girls are really hot" she moaned.

Michelle forgot to wash her hands, and now the Enhancer Cream was affecting her
too. Her juices flowed copiously from her, as she held her lips open and rolled
her clit. She did not want to miss anything, but she was caught up in her own
sensations as they mounted. He clitoris was trapped between two fingers and the
tip changed to a different hue. Reaching for her vibrating dildo she quickly
switched it on. The vibrations hit her body like a thousand volts of current.

"Ohhhhh shit" she gasped breathlessly "Ummmm..."

Michelle knew if she did not gain control, she'd miss the hottest ticket in
town, her girls, live and one on one!.

They both heard the noise and looked her way. Mistress was almost lying in a
chair with her legs splayed wide open. They could see the wetness as it flowed
from her pussy. Her head was thrown back and eyes tightly clenched as she
rolled her hips up to the tip of the vibrating dildo. For a brief instance they
saw it.... a vividly deep shade like wine and steadily growing bigger than
they'd ever seen. Mistress' hair had toppled down, her long tresses flew wildly
about as her head began to thrash back and forth. She was caught up in that
place they could not afford to go...yet they watched her, envied her but more
so wanted to taste her. Her moans were maddening to their ears, her nipples
looked as if they crack from their hardness.... Marcus felt he had to look
away, but he was totally mesmerized by the scene before him. His cock was
leaking profusely he knew if he did not stay focus, Eric would win. It was that
clit, that unusually large clit...that hypnotized him, somehow he knew he'd
lose.


Chapter 11

Eric felt he'd die from pleasure as the Enhancer cream set his nerves ablaze.
He wanted to shove his cock down Marcus throat because his dick throbbed badly.
He wanted to grab Marcus' face and fuck it just like Marcus had fucked his own
earlier, but he knew he had to win this. It was high time Marcus endured some
of what he'd been through. Despite his urge to cum, he was determined to win.
He too heard the moans. When he saw Mistress and intense heat seared his loins.

Oh how he wanted to lick her juices, if he could have had the chance, he'd have
beat that clit with his tongue faster than her dildo could vibrate. He wanted
to lick her ass and worship it. He loved her clit, but that ass of hers.... so
full and round deserving attention. Oh the things his mind thought of as he
envisioned the way it moved when she walked. He wanted to fuck her. No one had
fucked Mistress. He bet to himself that her pussy was tight as hell. He wanted
that ass badly. His mind kept envisioning her, the clit, her divine ass, and
her nipples.

He had never saw her penetrated her pussy with a dildo, he knew she must be was
ripe and tight.

His balls were screaming for release. Feelings so powerful ripped through his
being, it took him minutes to realize what was happening. His cock was dripping
cum and if he didn't hurry up with Marcus, he'd be the first to shoot his load.

"Ahhhhhhh shit ahhhh" he moaned, as he twisted to see what produced the
feeling.

Marcus had stuck his finger in his ass, worming inside of him deeper and
deeper. He began grinding his ass into his hand as Marcus stroked his prostate
and caused spasms to erupt deep in his bowels.

"Ohhh yes ahhh that's feels so good," he cried, as Marcus finger continued its
assault. He had every intention of winning so he fought against the feeling,
but realized he was losing this battle quicker than he thought.

Marcus could not tear his eyes away from Mistress. The only way he could fuck
Eric with his fingers, was to look at his Mistress. The visions before him had
pushed him over the edge.... despite what Eric was doing to his body. Sweat had
formed between Mistress' breasts, they shook and heaved with every moan. He
willed himself to stop looking, but every time he tried, he was lured back by
her sounds. That voice he thought, was full of lust and sounding so sultry. His
mind was in total chaos. She looked like a bitch in heat bucking the way she
was, oh how he too wanted to fuck her!

His balls tightened, the head of his cock had a life all its own, then he felt
it..... that hot cavern where Eric's saliva and tongue could do the most
damage....

"Uggggh you bitch, ohh... yesss.... suck it" he commanded, "Yesssss ahhh, oh
please stop Eric, please!" he pleaded. Shit he thought as he took in gulps of
air, now Eric knew, that he was putty in his hands

Eric didn't care, he knew how to suck him, he tightened his mouth working his
cockhead over, like a man gone mad. He had to....'s.t.a.y...f.o.c.u.s.e.d,' he
keep saying to himself... but even his own body betrayed him, only wanting it's
own load to fly free.

Michelle was at the edge, she knew she had missed a lot. Opening her eyes she
saw Marcus fucking the shit out of Eric's ass with his finger. One nail lay on
the floor, he must have ripped it off to fuck him she thought.

Damn, this is erotic, she thought. Mistress was lucky she'd opened her yes, for
even she knew the end was near.

Eric had his eyes closed, attempting to ignore the sensations he couldn't help
but feel. Escape was impossible for him. Michelle wondered if he knew he was
grinding his ass into Marcus' hand. All she could do was flutter her lashes,
for she too was right there. Time was of essence...the ending very near, she
knew she could not afford to even blink. As she stared at Marcus, he looked
back at her. She knew that look... he was about to cum.

Marcus allowed a tear to roll, he'd fought for as long as he could. He only
wish that his Mistress knew, it would be her that cause him to lose.

Finally he gripped Eric's cock, he could not afford to think on his actions,
blocking out what he was about to do...he swallowed Eric's cock in one move.

"Ahhhhh fuck, oh noooooooo ughhhh!" Eric yelled, everything was happening at
once. He never thought Marcus would do this,,,

"Ohhhhh shit he groaned, his ass and his cock dueled to drive him to heights
he'd only dreamed of....

Eric was in trouble, he had to double his efforts to win. In a flash he removed
his mouth from Marcus cock and began pumping it with his hand. He pulled
Marcus' ass closer, causing his back to curl as he lifted his ass up to meet
his mouth....and introducing it to his tongue. He spread his ass wide, as he
licked his asshole with an unknown fury and plunged his tongue in straight to
the hilt!


Chapter 12

Michelle knew she was about to cum, the scene before her was way more than she
envisioned. Her senses were overloaded, as her clitoris began spasm madly. She
wanted a cock shoved in her, she wanted to feel what they felt. Her ass lifted
off the chair a powerful orgasm overtook her body,

"Cum with me pets cum, ohhhhhhhhh....ohhh.....yesssss!,"

Her body was a total blur in movement, as the orgasm wracked her body, sending
her higher and higher to that place she loved so much. Ecstasy... sheer
ecstasy, consumed her entire being her. She collapsed in the chair, seeing but
not seeing, the first one to cum after her.....

Groans filled the room, the air had a life to itself.

Someone was choking.......

Eric thought he'd pass out from the heat of Marcus' mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh, ugggggggggh!" his balls spewed forth, traveling at a speed all its
own.

Marcus' mouth was receiving his very first load of scalding hot cum.

Marcus at the same instant could not withhold his own load, Eric's hand was
pumping his cock wildly. The tongue in his ass had pushed him beyond any
sensation he'd ever felt before, so primal, so intense soooo.....

."Lick my ass bitch, ohhhhhhh yes, that's it lick it!" He screamed!

Very thick globs shot forth hitting both him and Eric everywhere.

His cock jerked and jerked, as he swallowed his first load of cum in his entire
life.

He was cumming,

Eric was cumming,

and Mistress missed it all.

It was moments before anyone could speak, what took place still had them shook.
Michelle would have never thought Marcus would volunteer his mouth for any man,
less known his ass. She knew he really loved her, she also knew Eric loved
her... but she wondered when the day was over, just which of the two truly
deserved her.

"Well girls, she said composing herself, "It seems we have a draw. It was very
hard telling who came first. Therefore, you will both experience the next stage
at 6 o'clock. We shall be having guest this evening, and I want you at your
best. I have decided I only want 1 slave. Whoever pleases me the most,
regardless of the circumstance, wins not only my approval... but also a place
of value in my heart. The other will be utilized whenever and if ever I summons
them. So as you can see, much is at stake. I am sure you both want to be on
your best behavior, and have learned not to play with me. Go clean up, and both
of you upon return, will find items you are to wear on my bed. I will reapply
your makeup and hair, and repair one missing nail." she said with a wink.

"Observe a period of silence until I say you can speak. do not and I repeat DO
NOT! engage in any conversation amongst yourselves....GIRLS. You may eat and
rest till the appointed hour. You are dismissed till then."

Michelle left the room, preparing for the finale of this day.

Chills traveled down their spines as they let the word *guest* soak in. Things
up to this point had been challenging, but one must leave... and neither knew
whom it would be. Silently they left the room wondering what would happen at 6.

The End... but the saga continues.

~ Mistress Michelle Zaire ~


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