Preparing for the evening

The day passed quickly, with very few words exchanged between Tanya and Mitchell. The physical pain of their outfits and punishments had subsided, and now there was just the after-glow of embarrassment from the memories of what they had done to each other. That was often the way, and it meant that even when they weren't with Rachel, their Mistress was at the forefront of their minds.

They both maintained jobs, even if they had to move about a little to ensure that they now worked for people who knew nothing of their "other life". It was not an easy day for focusing on other tasks though, and Mitchell still hadn't achieved much at all on his daily reports when 6:00pm rolled around and it was time to head home and prepare.

In as much as one could prepare for a session with Mistress Rachel.

As he pushed back his chair from his desk, he stood up. He was now dressed in manly, normal business clothes. At the beginning, he'd wondered why Mistress Rachel seemed comfortable with allowing them these brief excursions into another life, and wondered if she'd ever one day just make them her house pets. Then one day he had realized the simple truth. This wasn't Rachel being generous. This was Rachel allowing them back into normality, so that when she pulled them back into submissiveness later on, the contrast was all the more embarrassing.

This wasn't about giving them freedom - it was about ensuring they didn't become desensitized to be embarrassed...

Tanya was already home when Mitchell arrived back, and he gave her a half-smile as he walked in the front door. Then he noticed that Tanya had already laid out their travel clothes, ready for their departure.

"When are we due over at the Mistress' house?" he asked plainly and flatly.

"In about two hours." Tanya replied.

Mitchell nodded. "Well then," he said, "I guess I find out soon what she meant about using erections..."

Tanya tried to smile encouragingly at him, but Mitchell's mind was already wandering around the possibilities of what Rachel might have planned. And uncomfortably, he felt again the first stirrings of arousal in his crotch. He sighed deeply, thinking that as well as dreading what was to come, he also now had to live with the fact that the sheer thought of losing such intimate control was an uncontrollable trigger for his erections. And that was most certainly not something Rachel would allow to go unexploited...