Her clit now has a ring with a bell on it

"What...?" Rachel whispered, her fingers moving as if on remote control, tentatively touching her own clit as she stared at a little ring that went through her clit. She touched the mysterious object tentatively, jerking her finger away like it would bite. Her clit throbbed in complaint.

"Oh my God," she mouthed, taking a step back like she could get away from it, like it wasn't attached to her most intimate body part. A light clink sounded as she moved, freezing her. It wasn't just a ring, it had a round object attached, like one of those little bells that adorn the top of some christmas hats.

"I've got a bell through my clit?" she whimpered.

The lump on the bed grumbled and twitched. rachel threw herself to her hands and knees to hide beside the bed, wincing as her knees struck the carpet and the bell clinked again. Her hand smacked over the unwanted addition to her body, silencing it as she waited.

Again the lump grumbled, but more softly, and she sagged in relief. When a warm tongue gave her a tentative doggy kiss to the cheek she nearly shrieked, and the dog scrambled backward in alarm equalling hers.

"Sorry," she mouthed to the golden retriever. Hopefully the lump was as inoffensive as the dog but she didn't really want to know. Instead she dug around under the bed to see if the rest of her clothes might be hiding there as well.

A tiny black leather skirt and white open-front top with only a few buttons were all she could find, and Rachel reluctantly shrugged on the shirt. Her breasts were too large to be running around without a bra, but she was **** to get out of here and settled for tying it up under her breasts, Daisy Duke style.

The skirt was a tight fit but she managed to wriggle into it, though the zipper at the back threatened to pop off and the hem ended just above the bottom crease of her ass.

Tip-toeing out of the room she hoped to find her shoes in the next room along with her purse, and struck the jackpot. There on the couch close to the exit was her purse. She hurried over, snatched it up. Her shoes, bra, panties, and dress lay beside it.

"Shit!" she hissed, looking down at the clothes she was wearing. Who the hell did these belong to?

"Oh God..." she moaned. These weren't even her panties that she was wearing.

"I have to get out of here," she told the dog quietly. It wagged its tail once as she snatched up her clothes, holding her shoes so she wouldn't make any noise as she tip-toed to the door and opened it to slip out like a thief in the night.