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Owned by the Landlady - 10

Ben - Bondage and Bra straps

I woke up the next morning and stretched out, feeling my morning wood fail to grow in the small chastity cage. I reached down to try and adjust the cage a little to reduce the pull on my balls. “Ow!” I had forgotten about the nails for a sec and wound up accidentally scratching myself.

The nails made everything seem a little more difficult than it should be, especially the act of pulling on the dainty fabric of a pair of panties as I got dressed. I kept reminding myself that at least I would be free of the cage after today’s shift, provided Diane didn’t come up with more excuses to keep me locked up.

Fast forward to around eleven o'clock and it was time for that day's shift. Diane instructed me to get dressed before locking me into the outfit and heels. I had to take extra care when pulling on the white stockings of the maids outfit thanks to the nails and I was warned, in a playful fashion, not to put any runs in them or face a punishment.

When I was dressed and ready, it turned out Diane had another surprise for me. “Okay, sissy, seeing as today is the last day of what, a five day chastity sentence? I figure we should make this shift a little more interesting.” She said as I stood before her in the feminine outfit.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, we can't make it too easy for you. So let's call today, posture training.” I didn't like the way she was smiling, I liked it even less when she led me into her bedroom and showed me something she had bought.

The item laid out on her bed was some kind of long, spreader bar type thing. It had a collar affixed to the middle and two smaller cuffs at each end for my wrists. “Come on, let's give this a try.” She said, picking up the long bar.

“Fine, go ahead.” I said, letting her bring the item up to fasten around my neck first. The collar was wrapped around me with the bar behind my head, Diane guided my hands up towards the wrist cuffs at the ends and strapped them into place. The final effect meant that my hands were held out almost straight and level with my neck in some kind of awkward scarecrow position.

I tested my range of motion and found it very limited with this new device fastened around me. My hands couldn't be lowered below my neck unless I tilted my whole body to one side. I noticed Diane seemed incredibly pleased with herself. “You could try not to enjoy yourself so much.” I grumbled.

“Hahaha, I can't help it. You look so cute and helpless, it's going to be tough to keep my hands off you today.” I felt my cock tighten against the cage at that comment.

“Whatever. What exactly am I supposed to do like this?” I asked, trying to gesture with my hands.

“Haha well, I suppose you can just stick to dusting the shelves and cabinets downstairs for today. Come on, I'll help you get started.” Diane led me downstairs, helping me along as I could no longer use my hands for balance. She handed me the feather duster in one of my hands when we got to the living room.

“Okay, now I want you to dust off the tops of every surface that you can reach in this room. Understood?” Diane said in a no nonsense tone.

“Yes, ma'am.” Without my hands, I could only curtsy with a little dip of my legs, but I did it all the same.

“Good girl. Now get to work.” Diane slapped me on the rear, with my hands locked up and out, I had no way to protect myself from her hand.

I walked carefully over to the fireplace to start with, seeing as it seemed to be an accessible height for my current position. I had to lean over and twist my hand at an awkward angle to run the duster over the top, being careful not to displace any of the photos she had displayed there. As I tried to twist the feather duster to get behind a picture frame, I lost my grip and it clattered to the ground. “Shit!”

“Language, sissy.” Diane chided from behind me.

“Little help?” I asked.

“Haha, no chance, you're the maid, you dropped it, you pick it up.”

“Grr, fine.” I lowered myself to the ground carefully, but my knees still hit the floor pretty hard as I tipped forward in the heels. The next step was lowering myself to the floor so I could grab the duster, but without being able to place my hands on the floor, I ended up slowly leaning forward until my balance shifted and I slowly, but surely, faceplanted the floor with my ass raised high in the air.

“Aahahahaaaa.” Diane found my predicament hysterical. “Wow, not a very professional look, Missy. You’re showing everyone your panty covered ass. Hahaha.”

“Shut up!” I mumbled as I struggled to straighten myself up and get back to my feet….

…I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to go from kissing the floor to a standing position, without using your hands and while wearing high-heeled shoes, but I can assure you, it isn’t easy. I struggled around until I could get my heeled feet on the floor and carefully stand up straight. It took a while, but I managed it while clutching the feather duster tightly. I felt Diane’s hand on my back, helping to get steady. “Gee, thanks….. Ma’am”

“You’re welcome, sissy. Feel free to drop it again, that was quite an entertaining show just then.” Diane was still laughing to herself. “Here, let me straighten your skirts a little…” Diane grabbed the back of my skirts and bunched them up. I felt a tug on the back of my panties and a wad of material was stuffed into the waistband.

“Hey! What are you doing?” I stepped away, but the damage was done. Diane had bunched up the back of my maids dress and stuffed it into the back of the white, scalloped panties I was wearing, effectively leaving my ass on display with my skirt tucked into my underwear. “Oh, come on.” Without my hands, I was stuck trying to dislodge the skirt by shaking my ass side to side and twisting my hips around, which of course looked even more ridiculous.

“Hahah, woo, shake it, sissy!” Diane slapped my exposed ass once more, laughing at my situation. “Now get back to dusting.”

I was extra careful not to drop that damn duster again as I walked around downstairs and ‘cleaned’. Diane, not content with me not humiliating myself for more than an hour, decided to speak up again. “Don’t forget the lower shelves on that bookcase, sissy.”

I decided to hold back my objection and carefully drop to my knees again so I could reach down and run the feather duster over the shelves closer to the floor.

The rest of this shift carried on in a similar fashion, all the while my ass was on display thanks to the skirt being tucked into my panties and Diane took every opportunity to squeeze, grope or just slap my unprotected ass. By the time my shift ended, I was a horny mess. Over five days in the cage and a couple of hours of Diane’s constant teasing presence had me humming with arousal and I couldn’t wait to get the cage off.

“Looks like your shift is over, sissy.” Diane said as I finished dusting a shelf above the sink in the kitchen. “Let’s review your performance for today, shall we….” I should have known she would try to drag this out longer than necessary. “First, you dropped your duster, then you asked me to pick it up for you, then you told me to shut up while flashing me your panties, not very professional. All this plus you missed a bunch of spots while you were dusting. I’m sorry, sissy, but it looks like we’re going to have to spin the wheel one more time.” Diane spoke in a disappointed voice but I could tell she was holding back her smile.

“What? Are you serious?” I asked.

“Of course I’m serious. Did you or did you not tell me to shut up earlier?”

“Umm, well, yeah but-”

“And do you think that is acceptable behaviour for my maid?”

“Well, no…”

“Good. Then we agree you need to be punished. Come on, babydick, let’s go up and spin that wheel. Who knows, maybe you’ll land on something good….”

Shit, shit and double shit. I followed Diane upstairs, still locked into the whole ensemble with my arms held out by the spreader bar. We headed into her room where the dreaded wheel stood, waiting to decide my latest torment. “Seeing as your hands are occupied, I’ll just go ahead and spin this for you. Agreed?”

I sighed before saying, “Fine, go ahead and spin it.”

Diane spun the wheel and I watched, hoping for anything other than the chastity sentence. The wheel slowed down until it landed on a section.

‘Forty eight hours in chastity.’

“WHAT?” I stared in disbelief, but then Diane did something unexpected. She reached out with her finger and clicked the wheel another space, now resting on the section marked ‘Diane gives Josh a blowjob’. “Wait….You…you just changed it. Why…”

“Would you like me to change it back?” Diane asked with a coy smile.

“NO! I mean….No thanks, ma’am.”

“Ha, I thought not. Come here.” Diane said the last two words in an altogether more seductive voice while gesturing me towards her. She produced the key to the chastity cage and reached beneath the front of the maid dress. “I assume you would like to claim your prize right away? It has been five whole days since you last pulled your little pecker.”

I was so horny I didn’t even complain about her choice of words. “Yes please.” I squeaked.

“Good.” Diane spun me around and pushed me backwards onto her bed with my legs hanging off the edge. My panties were removed in one quick motion and the skirts were pushed up and out of the way. With my hands locked to the spreader bar all I could do was lay back and enjoy the feeling of my first full erection in over five damn days. “There’s the little guy!” Diane said in a teasing voice. “Look at him go! I barely even got the ring off and he’s already hard….At least I think he’s hard. It looks a little bigger at least, hahaha.” I said nothing as she teased me about my size while gently stroking my cock.

“Mmmm, would you like your landlady to suck on this little cock, baby?” Diane asked as her hand slowly stroked up and down my desperate cock.

“Yesss.” I pleaded desperately. “Please.” All it took was less than a minute of her slow, teasing strokes and I was desperate.

“Ask me properly, sissy. Ask me to suck your tiny cock.”

“Please, please suck my cock.” I asked her, but even in my horny state I had a feeling she wouldn’t be satisfied with my words.

“Ah-ah-ahhh. Ask me properly, baby. Ask me to suck on your little babydick.” Diane kept up her maddeningly slow stroking of my cock.

“Ffffuck. Please. Please suck on my….my little cock.” I gave in and said what I knew she wanted to hear.

“Hahaha, that’s more like it.” Diane rewarded me by sinking her head all the way down my cock. Her warm, wet mouth engulfed me and she bobbed her head up and down. I could already feel an orgasm building, but Diane stopped and let my dick fall out of her mouth before it could hit me. “Say it again, sissy, tell me to suck your little cock.” Diane stroked my now saliva slicked cock once or twice.

By this point, my arousal had rocketed to new heights. I had a feeling that if my hands were free I would have probably been trying to jerk myself off by now, desperate for release. “Please, Diane, ma’am, Mistress. Please suck my tiny cock. Please make my little dick cum. I’m begging you.” Something in me had broke at hearing myself refer to my own cock, out loud, as ‘tiny’ and ‘little’. It felt like I was confirming everything Diane had been saying.

“Oooh fuck I love hearing that.” Diane slid her mouth back down around my cock once again and bobbed up and down for a while, but still making sure I didn’t cum. “Hold still, baby, you’re going to love this.”

I gasped as I felt a drool covered finger push against my ass. “Wha-Ooohh.” Diane’s free hand was now pushing her finger into my ass as I lay back on the bed. “D-Diane.” I moaned as her finger entered me again, joined by her mouth sliding down around my cock.

Diane continued to probe my ass with her finger while occasionally swallowing my cock, but always just short of actually letting me cum. “Please, Diane. Please let me cum.” I was more desperate to orgasm now than I had ever been before. At least that’s what it felt like. “Please, Diane, please make my little cock cum. Suck my tiny cock!” I debased myself with my own words but each time I did, Diane would moan in pleasure and reward me with more stimulation to my desperate little dick.

“Mmmm, fuck I love tiny little cocks yours, Josh. I love making little dicks squirt their sissy juice. Keep talking. It makes me so hot!” I had no idea if what she was saying was actually true or if this was just a way for her to tease me into calling my dick small. Either way, at that moment, I didn’t care…

“Yes…Yes I have a small cock. A tiny little cock that needs to cum. Please. Please make my little cock squirt my sissy juice.” Diane pushed her finger in and out of my ass as her mouth sucked greedily on my cock “Ohh, fuck. Yes…”

“That’s it, slut. Cum for me. Diane paused her sucking to get in a few more words. “Cum with my finger in your sissy hole again like the little cocked butt slut that you are.”

“Ohhh fuck yess!” Diane dove back down onto my cock as I exploded in one of the most intense orgasms of my life. She swallowed every drop as my whole body tensed so hard that I thought I would snap the spreader bar that was still restraining my hands. Of course it held strong until my body went limp on the bed. “...Wow.” I panted. “I needed that.”

“You sound like you needed that, sissy.” Diane said, smiling.

As the afterglow of my orgasm passed, my situation came rushing back to me, and so did everything I had just said to get it. “Umm, Diane.” I blushed a bright red, lying on the bed in the maids outfit with my hands still locked onto the spreader bar. “Little help here.” I said, rattling my hands.

“Oh right. Let me get that.” Diane released my hands and neck from the spreader bar and I sat up straight. “That was….something.”

“I know it was. And the second time you shot your load with something up your ass. Better be careful, Josh, wouldn’t want that to become a habit.” Diane said with a wink as I made my exit.

—

I woke up on Thursday with what felt like a strange feeling, a full morning erection! For the first time since being locked in chastity on Friday my cock was allowed to get hard without being crushed by a damn chastity cage. I reached a hand beneath the covers and grasped my cock, just to make sure it was really there. As I did, the memories of the previous day flooded back to me. Diane's fingers, her mouth, my ass, and me calling my own cock small, just for her amusement. Despite my confusion, the memories still made me aroused and I was taking full advantage of being chastity free…

“Morning, slut!” Diane greeted me in her usually cheery way.

“Would you stop with that?” I said, sitting down at the kitchen table and grabbing a drink.

“Oh please, you love it. At least it sounded like you did last night.” Diane adopted a mocking, high pitched and exaggerated moan. “Ohhh Diane, please stroke my tiny little cock. Oh please.” She laughed at her OTT impression.

I blushed red but at the same time I felt a twitch from cock, thankfully I had got myself off less than an hour ago otherwise I feared her teasing would turn me on more than it already did. “I only said those things because you made me with your teasing and edging. I would have said anything to cum at that point.” That was the truth.

“Haha, I know, that's why it's always good to make sure little subby boys are kept as horny as possible. Wonder how long I'd have to lock up your little dick for you to start begging for my strap on.”

I almost spat out a mouthful of orange juice at that. “What? That's not….you're not….Not happening, lady.”

“Oh, Josh, don't sound so shocked, you know I own a strap on, you saw it when you went snooping through my case a while ago. Did you think that was just for show?” Diane asked, smirking at my flustered reaction.

“I guess I didn't really think about it.” I replied.

“Ha, but I bet you're thinking about it now, aren't you? I'll bet it's all you'll be thinking about.” Diane said it with such confidence.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I mean, look how much you loved my finger in your ass, imagine how good it will be when I stick my big, rubber cock up there.”

“Diane!” Even after living with her for this long, she still managed to shock me. “And you say ‘when’ like you it's a sure thing.”

“Oh it is. I always get what I want, Josh. I'll bet you didn't imagine half the things we'd be doing when you took my room for rent offer, yet here you are. A couple of hours away from throwing on a maid's dress and prancing around in a chastity cage.” She had a point there, but a strap on? Pegging? That would be a step too far, surely.

But something she said stuck with me, something Paige had already said: Diane Ryan always gets what she wants. Did that mean she wanted me? Was I a possession to her? A toy for her to use and play with whenever she wanted. Would that change all the things I had let her do so far?

—

“Josh, how would you like to skip the maids outfit for today and come help me with some shopping instead?” Diane asked me, much to my surprise.

“What, so no dress? No cage?” I asked, thinking this had to be some kind of trick.

“No dress, no cage. Unless you want to wear them of course, but you'd stand out while we're walking around the high street.”

“I think I'll leave the dress here, thanks.”

“Great. You can be my little bag boy instead and we'll consider that your shift. Oh but you do still need a reminder of your outfit while we're out seeing as you're technically still working. Do you have a black, short sleeved t-shirt anywhere?” She asked

“Umm, yeah, it has a festival logo on it but it's black….mostly.”

“Perfect, wear that.”

I got dressed in a pair of jeans and the black t-shirt I had mentioned, wondering why she had insisted on it. I found out when I headed downstairs to find her waiting for me with a bright pink bra in her hand. She looked up and down the shirt for a second before saying, “that should do nicely. Take it off for a sec and let me get this on you.”

“Woah, woah, woah….a bra?”

“Well done! You clearly know your underwear. This is just to remind you of your station while we're out, don't worry, no one will know it's there under the black shirt. Be thankful I don't make you wear a white one. Now come on, we don't have all day.”

I figured there was little point in arguing with her at this stage so I removed my shirt and allowed her to fasten the bra around me. The band was thick and tight around my upper chest as she fastened it in place, but thankfully, the cups sat flat against my pecs so it would stay hidden beneath the shirt….I hoped.

“Let me just fix your shoulder straps.” Diane did something with the little plastic adjusters at my shoulders until she was happy with her work, it felt like she loosened them somewhat. “There, trust me you don't want these digging into your shoulders all day.”

“You're too kind.” I said, sarcasm thick in my voice.

“I know. Now come on, let's go.”

Diane drove us to the nearest high street, a place she apparently frequented. I myself was busy for most of the drive trying to get the bra to sit comfortably beneath my shirt. The strap around my chest felt a little too tight and was itching/chafing around me. I noticed Diane giggling as I made a series of rather feminine movements trying to adjust my bra beneath my shirt.

It was then that I realized she may have done this on purpose. “Hahaha, comfortable there, sissy?”

“This bra is too tight!” I said, pinching the material of my shirt and shuffling the bra to a more comfortable position.

“The perils of being pretty I'm afraid.” She laughed in response.

Diane parked in a car park near a strip of stores and restaurants and we got out of her car. I made one more quick adjustment of the irritating bra strap and started walking alongside her.

Now that I was out and walking, the bra became even more annoying but the streets were too lined with people for me to adjust myself without being noticed. “You made this too tight!” I moaned.

“Well if we have time we can get you one that fits better.” She replied.

“What? That's not what I meant, I don't want to be wearing a bra at all.” I said.

“Well that's too bad, because it stays on or you earn yourself a punishment, got it.”

I sighed and responded. “Yes ma'am.”

“Good girl, now come along.” She said the words ‘good girl’ a little too loudly for my tastes, but I don't think anyone overheard.

I followed Diane into a store filled with women's clothing and as I did I felt a tickle on my upper arm. I looked down to see one of the shoulder straps on the bra had fallen down and slipped out of the sleeve of my t-shirt, a loose band of pink material hanging lazily on display. “Shit!” I quickly tucked the shoulder straps back up into my shirt in another embarrassingly feminine movement.

I heard Diane giggling at my side and realized that this was her plan all along. She had loosened the straps of the bra so much that they wouldn't stay in place on my shoulders while I walked around, coupled with the tight band around my chest the bra was a constant distraction for me.

Diane took her time picking out a few skirts and tops from various racks and examining them. I felt another tickling on my upper arm and sure enough, one of the bra straps had fallen down again. I blushed as I tucked it back away, noting that there were so many other women in the store that one of them was sure to have seen something.

Diane paid for a few things and turned to me while standing at the register. “Here you go, bag boy.” She handed me the bag in a condescending tone and walked away, leaving me to follow her.

We headed into another shop shortly after the first one, this one filled with face creams and bath salts and all other manner of skin care crap. “Grab a basket and follow me, Josh.” So with a shopping bag in one hand and a basket in the other, I followed Diane around the store as she added tubs and bottles of various creams and gels. This of course meant that my arms were held down beside me by the bag and basket which left ample opportunity for the bright pink bra straps to fall down.

“Dammit!” I placed the bag and basket down in the middle of an aisle so I could hide the bra straps again. “Diane, you have to fix these damn bra straps!” I heard a muffled giggle from behind me and knew someone had seen or possibly overheard.

“Haha, you should be more careful about showing off your underwear. Come on, I have one more store I need to visit and we can go home.” Diane headed towards the checkout line with me in tow.

I learned to hold my arms at slightly awkward angles with my shoulders hunched a little to keep the bra straps from falling down again, but it didn't help with the thicker, tighter band that was still itchy and annoying. Diane paid for her purchases and handed me yet another very feminine shopping bag to carry.

“How much further is this other store?” I asked, stopping to adjust the pink bra strap again. I was counting in my head all the times I thought someone had caught sight of the bra as it slipped free of the short sleeve.

“Just around the corner. What's the big hurry, bag boy?” Diane asked, giggling. “Scared everyone's going to know you're wearing a bra?”

“Pretty sure half the people here already do, thanks to you.” I replied.

“Well at least they can't see that cute little cock, that would be really embarrassing.” Diane said it way louder than I would have liked.

“Diane!” I felt an annoying, traitorous twitch from my cock at the teasing and embarrassment.

I followed along, laden with shopping bags as Diane led the way to the end of the main high street and turned a corner where a few more shops were dotted around, albeit more sparsely. Diane stopped outside a door with a neon sign above that read ‘Donna's Fetish Fayre’.

“Is this a uhhh…adult store?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Of course it is. Come on, I want to see if they have anything new in.” Diane said, pushing the door open.

“Anything new? What are you a regular here or something?” I asked, following her inside.

“Where do you think I bought all the stuff you've been having so much fun with?”

“Fun. Is that what you call it?”

A woman’s voice interrupted their conversation before Diane could retort. “Diane! Nice to see you again.”

“Donna! I didn’t know you were gonna be in today.” Diane greeted the store owner warmly, giving her a quick hug while I stood there awkwardly. Donna was a little older than Diane and was carrying a little more weight, giving her a rounded face and wide hips. An altogether matronly appearance.

Diane turned to introduce him in a surprising manner. “This is my nephew, Jonathan.” She turned in my direction and gave him a quick wink.

“Umm, hi. Nice to meet you.” I replied.

“Ahhh so this is the one you mentioned last time.” Last time? What did she mention last time? I wondered.

“The very same. Jonathan here is staying with me for the summer and would you believe I caught him stealing my panties the first week.”

My eyes widened at her comment. Had she really told this stranger that I was her nephew and was stealing her panties? “What? Diane I-”

“Oh hush, sissy, Donna already knows all about you.”

“Don’t worry sweetie,” Donna said, “we’ve met plenty of sissies here in this store. Funnily enough, your aunt has a way of attracting them.” Donna laughed.

So Diane had brought other guys here, and played similar games with them, I assumed. “So, what brings you in here today?” Donna asked Diane.

“Well mostly I was wondering if you had anything new in stock. I’ve been teaching the panty stealing sissy the error of his ways by having him serve as my maid and was looking for ways to make it more fun for us both.”

“Haha, a maid you say? Well I actually have something you may be interested in. Take a look over here.” Donna led us over to a display that had a series of gags. She picked one out that seemed to be a simple ball gag, but the red ball had a slight protrusion from the front. “See that little thing sticking out? It’s a connector, all manner of things can be attached to it,” Donna said, reaching to a shelf below the display, “like this, for example.” The ‘this’ turned out to be a feather duster attachment. “A good old feather duster, traditional in every way, except for the fact that your little sissy here will have to do the dusting with his mouth.”

“Ooooh that could be fun!” Diane said. “Does it come in pink? It’s his favorite color.” Diane asked, looking at me.

“Pink is not my favorite color.” I replied.

“Oh really?” Diane moved quickly, her hand shot up to my sleeve and pulled the loose bra strap just enough for it to fall into view. “Then why are you wearing a pink bra?”

“Hey!” I blushed and quickly tucked the bra strap back into my sleeve.

“Hahaha, a pink bra, really now.” Donna laughed. “Diane, you are a devil.” I take it you’ll be wanting the gag then? A good sissy should be seen and not heard after all.”

“I’ll take it. And also, a remote control, vibrating plug, if you have one?”

“Of course we do. How big were you thinking?” Asked Donna.

“Hmm, good question. So far he’s only had my finger up there, but he really seems to love it.” Diane said, much to my mortification.

I blushed deeply as my cock hardened a little more as I was reminded of Diane’s blowjob the night before. Unfortunately, Donna seemed to notice the slight tenting of my pants. “Well now, I thought you’d have him caged by now, Diane. I assume that extra small cage you bought a while ago was for him?”

“Oh yes it was. And don’t worry, he’s very familiar with the cage. Isn’t that right Jonathan?”

“Yes ma’am.” I was humiliated to think that this stranger I had never met was aware that I fit into an extra small chastity cage. “But the cage is pretty tight.” I added, as though that would save some of my masculinity.

“Haha, That’s what they all say.” Donna said, but her tone suggested she didn’t believe me. “I’ll just get you started with a beginner plug for now. Oh and how about a collar? We have a nice pink one with some white lace around the edges? Would look perfect with a pink maids outfit.”

“Hmm, the outfit he currently wears is black and white. If we went with a pink collar then we’d have to redo his whole wardrobe.” Diane mused while I hoped she didn’t decide to move to a pink outfit.

“Well we do have some pink latex outfits in stock.” Donna added, looking at me as she spoke.

“Maybe next time. Oh but there is one more thing. My little sissy nephew has been complaining all day about how his bra fits. Do you have anything that could help with that?” Diane asked.

“Well the gag will help with the complaining.” Donna replied, cheerily. “But if you want something a little more….fun, then why don’t I show you some of the more specialist items we have in stock….” Diane and Donna disappeared into a back room, leaving me standing there with the shopping bags wondering what the hell else Diane was buying.

The two women reemerged a short whale later, Diane carrying a large box whose contents were a mystery, as well as the gag and the small plug that I hoped she wasn’t planning on using anytime soon. Diane paid for her items and everything was deposited into a large bag, which of course was handed straight to me to carry.

As we headed back to her car, I couldn’t help but ask. “What’s in this box you bought?”

“Don’t worry about that for now, sissy. That’s a surprise for later. But I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Finally, we made it back to Diane’s car where I deposited the bags into the trunk and climbed into the passenger seat.

The whole journey home I couldn’t help but wonder what Diane had bought from the fetish store, but I had a feeling I would be finding out soon enough….

End.