As she approached she could see that, for some reason, there was a large mirror next to the judge. “Lower the cage,” one of the bailiffs cried out as he and two other bailiffs began moving people away from the center of the platform. XXX People pay for drama.”
When she grimaced, he added, “That little trick added 10% to the cost of the tickets and 25% to the video rights. A bailiff stood alongside her. The cage was then set inside missy’s cell. “Where is my dress?” she asked. Reading the mirror image, she could see that just above her cunt it said “Penal Slave 382563.” Above her left breast it read, “Slave Missy.”
William was standing beside her. “The upper portion needs to move freely,” said another as she reached in with her scissors and cut the dress in half just above the improvised belt. She had often thought about completely shaving her sex, but had never had the nerve. Suddenly William was standing beside her.
