Penelope's Perspective (Pet Harness)

I... I don't know what to do. I pout up at the camera, giving Paul my best Puppy Eyes. It's a little embarrassing, just standing here like this without any response but at least I'm- dressed for the occasion, my breasts nice and snug in the forward half of my harness, and my lower body barely held secure by the rear half. It could come undone at any moment, and then everyone would see the rest of me, and I'd give Paul a good show, and he would like me more, and appreciate me, and he'd open the door and tell me, 'Good girl!' just like he used to.

It's a comforting thought. Standing here feels awkward, but it should be obvious to anyone I'm just a mother visiting her son. I'm not dressed like one of those "modern" women with their long, concealing clothes, trying to pretend to be something they're not.

See? I wiggle my butt a bit. I'm not hiding anything. I'm just a mom, wearing naught but harness and collar like they did in the good old days.

Just a mom waiting on her son.

Oh how I want to ring the doorbell again, but Paul might get mad... Better just wait.

Wait on Paul.