our slave girl, Frederica, or maybe Rica for short."

"Based on the size of his cock I do think that the idea excites him.... or should I say, 'her'. Does it, Rica?" asked Mary. "Yes, Mistress, it pleases me to please

you."

"And who are you?"

"Mistress, I am Rica, your female slave." Sally put the garter-belt around my waist and had me fasten the stockings to them. She showed me how to smooth the hose and draw them taut over my entire leg so that they resembled a second shimmering skin.

"Those nails will never do, Mary. I'11 fix them up while you get another bottle of wine."

Mary took a twenty from my wallet and let herself out. Meanwhile Sally had gotten a box of Ruby Red Fashion Length Press-On Nails out of her bag. I'm small boned and have slender hands, but I'd never considered them as feminine. The nails extended each finger length about one-half inch and curved downward like talons, working magic on my hands. Suddenly in combination with my shaved arms they were the hands of a woman. I held my fingers out in front of me to admire them and then curled them and felt each with my thumb, noting the slight clicking sound as the thumbnail made contact.

Next Sally brought out a leather bustier for my torso. I wanted my waist to be as small as possible so I sucked in my stomach as much as I could while she tightly laced it, starting on the bottom. This had the effect of creating a bust which Sally enlarged with some pads.

"Rica, you are a model slave. Very obedient! That appendage sticking out from where your cunt should be is ruining the whole effect though. Mary, cut a piece of

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