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Chapter 82 by enf_curator

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Humiliating journey home

As the front door clicked shut though, the more immediate predicament of getting to their car suddenly consumed their attentions. Dressed in his frilly lacy outfit, and with Tanya herself relying on an item with her demeaning nickname plastered all over it, the two were as exposed as they ever had been in public. Faces both bright red, Mitchell and Tanya squealed and hobbled along as fast as their heels and their wedgie would permit, as a chorus of car horns suddenly opened up and a gaggle of early morning joggers looking incredulously at the bizarre sights that now greeted them.

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"Fuck fuck fuck" Mitchell muttered, as he shuffled along to the car, the light breeze teasing his skin and making the thin and insubstantial outfit shift and move over his body.

Tanya similarly had the issue of her underwear constantly being flashed as the apron moved about, and the struggle that even if she covered herself with the apron, the message and name on it only caused to be degraded even further.

Now people were pointing and laughing at them both. Him in his dress and makeup, her in her apron and underwear.

As they both stumbled into their car, they quickly strapped themselves in and Tanya fumbled at the ignition. As their vehicle finally kicked into life, Tanya looked at Mitchell. There was a silent exchange of thoughts, as both acknowledged the difficulty of what had just transpired.

Equally though, each could see in the other's eyes something strange - a glint of excitement, and a deeply buried thrill that was taunting them with dares to go back, and insane suggestions to walk back into the house and throw themselves at the mercies of Rachel, for her whims to decide how next they would be displayed, punished and humiliated.

That would be tonight though, they each thought separately. There was no denying that tonight Rachel seemed to be planning something big. As they drove off, both pressing down as far into their car seats as was practical to avoid being seen, they knew that no matter what had just happened, what would happen tonight could well be an order of magnitude worse...

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