Grocery games

With Molly curled up at his feet on her pillow, Paul just sat there for several minutes recovering his breath; both of them basking in the afterglow of a mutual enjoyed romp. Until, Paul was unceremoniously disturbed by a growl in his stomach, “I think I’m getting hungry.”

“Well, you did exert a little energy there, Sir,” Molly giggled, “but I am a bit peckish, too.”

“I’m not sure the kitchen is quite ready to feed you yet, cum slut,” Paul teased.

Molly playful stuck her tongue out at him, “while I would loooove to do that again for you, Sir, I’m afraid I might need a bit more sustenance than even you can provide.”

“I was planning on making a grocery store run today anyway, so I can just get stuff to feed us and bring it back her.”

“Can I go with you?” Molly requested.

“Sure!” Paul said enthusiastically as he bounded up and offered her his hand to help her stand up, “I’ll grab some shoes and you can go as you are. Let’s go!”

“No no no no no no,” Molly quickly replied with a panic in her voice, staring at the offered hand like it were a lion’s mouth ready to devour her. “Could I please put something on and go with you, Sir?” She pleaded.

Paul thought about it for a moment and came up with a tat for her tit this morning. “Since you love me in this kilt so much, why don’t you put on that ‘peachy-punk skirt’, and a cute top & shoes, and you can join me.”

Mentally picturing him in his fit shirt and kilt man handling meats and vegetables got a rouse out of her she wasn’t expecting. Rubbing her thighs thinking about him walking proudly around like cock of the walk in his Scotsman regalia got her going even more before she was thrust out of her daydream with his final prompt after she missed several before that, “Molly? You up for that?”

Realizing he was irritated and she’d lost any negotiating power she may have had; she accepted his conditions and went to get dressed.

Ensuring the safety pins are in place, she returns in her white shell top and heels, “ready, Sir?”

Smiling mischievously, Paul responded, “yup! Let's go, slut.” Holding the doors and letting her into the car, he tried to ensure he looked after her as usual.

At the store, he got her a small cart and started going through for the list. He so loved watching her walk and how effortlessly she seemed to move those heels & skirts seemed to smoothly sway side to side. However, he also had a plan for those safety pins holding her skirt together.

“Care to play a game, hun?”

Giggling at him remembering stupid games they used to play in public before they had to be ‘parents’. Usually involved a dumb bet or challenge of some kind. “Always enjoy playing with you, Sir,” she replied in a conspiratorial whisper to him.

“Alright, I will pick a product and you have to guess the price. Get within a dollar, and I will buy you a piece of chocolate.”

She knew he teased her about her inability to estimate prices. It was just nothing she had to do; the price was just there, but.... “what kind of chocolate? A piece of cheap store brand knock of M&M?”

“No! Nothing that low for my treasure! For each you get right, I will get you an entire package of the good chocolate.”

He knew her absolute weakness for good chocolate. Almost an obsession that required her to go on a diet, but been controlling since. However, it had been months since she had any in her stash. “Okay! I can do that!!”

“Alright, start with this squeeze bottle of ketchup.” He said holding up a bottle standing in front of the display before she had a chance to see the prices.

She guessed, and was only 80 cents off, “Good job! There’s a package.”

She giddily bounced a bit and clapped, “nailed it!”

“Okay, how about this jar of teriyaki sauce?”

She was sure it was a good brand, but had no idea the scale, so guessed and ended up way overshooting it.

“Afraid not, hun.”

“Dammit! Oh well, I’ll get the next one.”

She started to walk off and he cleared his throat clearly wanting something. “What?”

“Well, I said I’d get you good chocolate for guessing the pricing right, but you never asked the punishment for getting it wrong.”

Her eyes bugged out! She assumed the humiliation of getting it wrong was what he meant but she realized it was never stipulated. She had agreed to it without and she had learned that lesson long ago. Of course, the lesson of backing out of an agreement was even worse, but she felt she handed him some blank check. “Uhmm... what.... uh.... what was it?”

“Nothing much, hun. Very simple,” he grinned very mischievously, “for each one you get wrong, I want a safety pin off your skirt.”

The idea of him ripping them out was truly scare to her or him trying to rip the whole thing right off. She was sure he wouldn’t but in grand scheme of things, handing him a pin was nothing much; she had put a half-dozen on there. “Fffiine..just a pin,” she cautiously takes one out and hands it to him.

Paul places the safety pin on the shelf where the sauce had been and smiles pleasantly, “very good!”

Going through the list, Paul only asked her occasional things, but Molly got the next two without issue and started getting cockier. However, she way underestimated the current cost of fresh beef and left her with only a single pin, even though she had racked up 6 high quality packages of chocolate, she did not like where this was heading as there were at least a half dozen more things on the list.

However, Paul kept her tense as he didn’t ask her anything further until they were in the middle of the frozen section and the last thing on their list had already been bought. Standing in front of the door of containing her favorite premium ice cream he turned to her, “one last question; which of these is my favorite flavor?”

She looked at him quizically, “that’s not a price?”

“Oh, no, its not for the pin, I’m asking, which is my favorite flavor?” He continues as he opens up the door to let her see in.

Stepping up to the display she asks guesses one of their wildly odd named flavors.

“Honestly, I don’t remember the name of it, what’s in that one?”

Picking it up she reads off the toffee, chocolate, and caramel ingredients realizing that is definitely not it. Grabbing several more, one at a time, slowly looking further and further, but not finding one he prefers.

“They tend to put the popular ones up near eye level; you know how I like obscure things, its probably near the bottom.”

She begins looking down through all of them, noticing these names were getting more and more unfamiliar but nothing that seemed like he would like. Getting down to the bottom row, she bent over to lean in and read the final ones.

Loving watching her bend over oblivious to her height and the shortened skirt, he loved the way she would do the simplest things to tease him, but this time he figured he’d push her a bit more. Getting behind her, he tossed his kilt over her hips keeping sure to hide their bits.

Feeling him push behind her, she desperately leaned forward to keep herself out of the cold freezer. Taking a step wide to steady herself, she heard a metal plink as she saw a safety pin go sliding into the grates of the freezer vent.

Seeing her spread her legs a bit more, he takes an adventurous step forward and grazes his tip along her lips.

Feeling her skirt fall open takes a quick secondary caution as she feels his tip touching her. Glancing back she sees a playful look in his eyes. She can't discern if he really is just teasing her or actually going to commit to his well vocalized fantasy of deflowering her in public.

In the blink of an eye, a thousand things run through Molly’s head. A large part of her knows this is desperately something he desires and a heat rages within her to through caution to the wind and let him take her. The thought of ripping her own skirt off to show him the lengths she would go as she tosses her shell aside elevates her heart rate and initiates natural lubrication. The idea of being his devoted slut and pushing the cart behind him as they check out and walk nonchalantly out with her in nothing but heels knowing the permanent wood that would be petrified under his kilt left her no end of thrill enjoyment.

However, the wet rag that is her personal fear bolstered with proper decorum worked quickly to try to calm those flames. Knowing that it would easily result in their public exposure, ousted from the chain of stores, put on some kind of company warning list, shame among their colleagues & family as they’re carted off to jail and placed on a public registry while being the topic of the local papers and gossip pools left her no ability to continue this further.

“Cherry Berry Covered Molly Cream,” Paul responded before seeing the panic in her eyes.

Looking back at him try to discern the code or subtext he’s trying to communicate to her in a very prone and public position as she fights her inner demons not to just thrust herself back on his teasing cock.

Reaching over to grab her shoulder to help her up; inadvertently grazing her hardened nipple in the process.

‘Dear, God, Master is finally going to take me publicly,’ she screams in dual-tones mentally to herself frozen in panic desired as her body is lifted upright.

Spinning her around he pulls her in close and kisses her deeply as the door to the freezer closes next to them; Molly returns the passion of the kiss not fully comprehending what is going on.

Pulling back just a moment, he responds, “Cherry Berry Covered Molly Cream is my favorite flavor, hun.”

Her brain finally pieces the cheesy comment together and steps back & slaps him playfully on the arm, “you are incorrigible, Sir!”

“You didn’t seem to mind,” he said glancing down at her nipples piercing through her shell.

“It was cold in there!” she retorted, but even she didn’t fully believe that was the only reason as she attempted to cover them and warm them up with her palms trying to avoid touching them.

“Still, we need to go get your prizes,” Paul says as he turns to walk in the direction of the candy aisle, “grab the cart,” he commands without looking back.

Letting out a frustrated growl she takes her hands off coverage duty and pushes the cart hoping no one sees her ‘headlights’.

Walking briskly to catch up with him, her light skirt teasing in the wind and restrained only by her waistband doesn’t register as she pulls up next to him. “You could have gotten us in big trouble,” she whispers firmly.

“You were the one showing off your ass, hun. I covered you.”

Suddenly realizing her very short skirt and then seeing it flutter around her fairly unrestrained, she stopped abruptly and grasped the split together with her hand. “I need to go. My skirt is loose.”

“Uh-uh. You earned your chocolate,” Paul decreed. “I’ll manage the cart; you keep your skirt in check,” he continued gallantly.

Molly was acutely aware further fighting with him about it would just cause more undo attention so she quietly slipped in behind him.

Leading her to her favorite chocolate section, “pick your 8.”

“But I only got 6 right.”

“Yes, but your flaunting display in the freezer section easily earned you two more for being such a good girl.”

Suddenly the wet rag in her mind was beginning to burn through by simply being called a ‘good girl’ and given a token reward of her favorite chocolate. Bouncing up with a little excitement and clap of celebration. She began looking at all the variations of darkness, flavors and additives, quickly picking her favorite 4, getting 2 of them in duplicate and tossing the 6 in the cart she starts looking at other flavor options.

Part of her brain tries to cry out that her shimming back and forth might be exposing more of the skirt and cause issue, but is quickly shouted down that it’s nothing and doesn’t even show much. Reasoning a bathing suit surely shows more and it gives her Master some enjoyment, too; for a teasing display she actually twists her hips a bit more in rebellion.

Taking two flavors off the shelf she hadn’t heard of, she contemplates trying them as her final two winnings.

Paul breaks her out of her mental reprieve briefly, “those your last 2?”

“huh?” Molly responds still contemplating, “ya, I think.”

“Great, lets check out and get home,” he says as he walks off.

She quickly scampers after him chocolate in her hands like a giddy school girl, absentmindedly reading the history of the company on the back and description of the flavor totally neglecting her non-issue of a skirt.

Looking back at her he glances a look down at her side, following her bare leg up past her hips to her exposed waist. From this angle getting just a tease of the front of her mound and a large portion of her buttocks, he’s contemplating a few adjustments to other skirts in her wardrobe.

Getting to the checkout, he places the contents of the cart onto the conveyor belt as Molly still seems lost in the chocolate wrapper.

Molly stares reading this wrapper sure she’s gone through it at least twice but unable to retrieve any of the specifics she feels like her brain just won’t latch on to anything, until Paul finally breaks through.

“Hun?” He nods towards the checkout girl staring at her; the conveyor belt long empty as everything else was processed.

“What?”

“Babe, be a good girl and give the lady your candy bars so I can pay for them.”

Molly glares at him and places the bars on the belt as she stomps her foot petulantly at the patronizing tone.

Reaching his hand to the side of her hip, he pulls her to him, and whispers in her ear, “you were a good slut,” as he gently nibbles her trigger spot on her neck’s erogenous zone and takes the chance to slide his hand in the slit of her skirt fully cupping her bare ass to the split.

Molly’s defenses and resistance at a minimum, torn left and right in her mind, she moans and leans into him before uttering, “thank you, Sir,” as she wraps her arms around his neck to steady herself.

“Say goodbye to the pretty lady,” Paul instructs her as he usher her forward without moving his hand.

“Bye pretty lady,” Molly lazily says waving to the cashier, sounding almost drunk.

Paul guides her over to the cart to take it from the bag boy.

As she thanks the man and places her hands on the cart handle, she suddenly realizes where his hand is. Panic races through her mind as she feels his hand follow the sway of her ass with each step and tries to figure out the proper response. If she makes a scene and pushes his hand away & yells at him like a large portion of her wants to, its likely to grab everyone’s attention and cause everyone to see what’s going on; her skirt likely to flare up multiple times as she rages at him and everyone will assume she’s a tart freaking out.

She could try just slowly moving his hand, but he might try to put it back and then just lead to the same response. She could just ignore it and act like nothing is happening and hopefully no one will see it. She could ‘pretend’ to trip and bend over and he might take the opportunity to shove fingers into her to ‘steady’ her; she quickly shook that one out of her head. Maybe just say something quietly and he’ll discreetly move it.

As she was about to say something, she felt him slide his hand until it was finally out as he retrieved the car keys from his sporran. She took a deep breath realizing nothing was needed, everything would be fine. Just a few more steps and they would be out of the store and no one else would know.

As they approached automatic doors, a rush of outside wind came rushing through the exit and Molly instinctively let go of the cart as she tried to grab her skirt and bring it down as it had quickly blown up her back.

Realizing she had just flashed herself to the entire world and was afraid to look behind to see people’s reaction. Instead keeping blissful ignorance of the view in front of her where there was no one else, she firmly held onto the sides of her skirt, asked Paul to “please get the cart,” and briskly walked out to the car.

Seeing her holding her skirt, he figured she was afraid of the gusty weather exposing her so he took mercy on her and grabbed the cart. He was impressed with the pace she was able to keep, but skirt held taunt across her back he was able to study how she was able to still move her hips so lovely even at that gait.

As they approach the car, Paul hits the trunk release. Once at the back of the car, she stops to reach for a bag to help put things away to get this done and get out of there. As she tosses in a bag, she feels him walk up behind her and freezes trying to figure out what he does now. Does he rip off her skirt & shell? Does he just bend her over and thrust into her as he tosses in the bags? Does he hide her from the world by letting her hide her face under his glorious kilt as she devours him?

“Sweety, go rest in the car; I got these,” Paul told her as he could see how stressful the skirt was making her.

“yes, Sir,” she replied quickly grabbing her skirt and quickly jumping in the front seat to catch her breath. She took several deep breaths as she tried to prevent the various scenarios from the store from bouncing around in her head.

Paul closing the trunk brought her of her spiraling thoughts. Dropping into the driver seat next to her, “ready to head home, hun?”

“uh, ya,” she says shifting her hips feeling a growing dampness below her.

Driving back, he placed his hand on her thigh and she gasped & felt her heart rate quicken, “I’ve had lots of fun today, hun. Thank you for coming with me and humoring me with the game.”

Nervously giggling, she responded, “ya, glad I could come along.”

As they pulled into their drive, he slapped her inner thigh as he put it in park, “I’ll get the groceries, hun.”

Molly felt like his slap reverberated up her thigh and sent shivers through her pussy. She sat there wriggling for a moment recovering after he closed his door grunting at herself for being so conflicted and wanting to give him a show outside. Finally, opening the door she walked down the drive to the back of the car just as he was going through the bags.

Paul looked up from the bag and saw Molly standing beside the car looking apprehensive. “Hun, its okay, I got this. You’ve done a lot. Go on in; I got these.”

Part of her wanted to defy him and bend into the trunk in front of him letting the wind toss up her skirt, but she couldn’t really do that; could she? Molly quickly headed in and noticed him staging the groceries beside the car to bring them in the order he wanted.

Taking a few steps in she stomped her foot petulantly repeatedly on the entry way’s tile. Silently cursing herself for chickening out and mentally cursing herself for not having the courage to do it.

Internal rage fed her heart rate and amplified her arousal. “Fuck it!” she said to herself.

Ripping over her shell and sliding the skirt’s remains in the middle of her bedroom, she slips out of her heels as he steps into their closet. Pulling out the trunk from the back of the closet she pops it open and looks in it. She hears the front door open and bags being set down as he goes back outside.

Staring at the tools, gadgets, and restraints before she curses to herself, “fine, I’ll just make it so you CAN’T chicken out, bitch!” Grabbing the pair of the leather cuffs, clip lock, and ring gag, she shoves it out of the way. Seeing the 10” heels next to it, she wiped off the dust layers she can.

Wrapping a cuff around each wrist, she grabs the gag and stands up. Sliding a foot in each plastic, platform heel, she turns to face the bedroom door. Tentatively she takes a few steps forward getting familiar with the height again, ducking under the door from.

Hearing the door open again, she reconsiders, maybe just waiting for him to finish and see if he comes in. However, she hears bags being put down again as the front door opens. Determined, she totters as quickly as she can to the front door. Stopping at the end of the front hallway, she stares at the door; the only thing keeping her from exposing the outside.

“Not letting you get out of it this time!” before she opens her mouth and shoves the ring gag in her mouth and buckles the straps behind her. She starts strutting towards the door as she reaching her hands behind her back, sliding the clip locks on her cuffs leaving them in place, mentally telling herself, ‘you’re trapped now, cunt!’

She gets to the door and sees the peep hole below her chest and bends down to look through it. ‘Chicken! Just open the damn thing!’ Looking around, the fear of some kids playing, neighbors working outside, or someone walking their dog petrifies her. Until her view is obstructed by her Master walking up the path. Panicking that he’ll open the door into her and knock her off these stilts, she quickly turns around and grips the handle with her cuffed hand; shuffling as quickly as she can she keeps herself between the door and wall and hope even he won’t see the absurd position she’s put herself in.

As Paul approached the house, he saw the door slowly open with a few jerking motions. Walking up, he doesn’t see Molly around. Wondering what she’s up to, he carries the bags fully in past the door before turning around to look behind the door to find her.

However, Paul first finds the side of her tits at his eye level as she tries to hide herself against the wall. Moving his eyes upwards, finally reaching her head, he sees the strap of a gag going across her face. Letting go of the door handle, Molly turns her face to look at him. Standing nearly a foot taller than him made her feel awkward, but she knew he loved controlling women of such height.

“Hello, beautiful,” he says as he looks up and down her nude form.

“Heyo, Thir,” she eeks out.

Noticing the special footwear, “damn, I do love you in those shoes.”

She was glad to see him appreciate the choice; it removed most of the stress she was feeling. Turning towards him she twisted her feet side to side to try model them for him.

“It's like having you walk around on a portable stage wherever you go.”

Feeling embolden by his appreciation, Molly struck her head back, thrust her head back, and tried to strut down the hallway like a model on the catwalk.

Moving his bags to one hand, he pulled his hand back and swatted her ass as she went by, “damn! beautiful, slut!” She enhanced her strut and Paul truly admired her skill & technique.

“You’d look divine in any strip club,” Paul continued as she spun to return. The idea of being in a strip club caused a quick panic and lost her balance for a minute. Paul reached out and grabbed her around her hips to help balance her.

Molly could feel the blush travel up her neck to her face; she wasn’t sure if it was from the embarrassment of tripping in her house or of the thought walking in a strip club.

“You do look amazing, babe. Were you just doing this so I would attack you as I came in?”

Molly sheepishly hung her head.

“Guess not,” Paul responded pondering. And glanced to where he found her at the door, and his eyes bugged out with realization. “Were you thinking about going outside to great me like that?”

Molly closed her eyes and hung her head, her face getting even redder.

“Babe, you are beautiful,” he says caressing her ass as she takes a deep breath.

Rubbing his hand up her back, “you are wonderful.” Molly let tension wash down her back and shake out her hips.

"You are sexy,” Paul continued as he reached around and rubbed the side of her tit.

Moving around in front of her, he put his hand under chin and lifted it up just a bit so she could look directly down into his eyes, “you are powerful.”

Shuddered as her eyes rolled back in her head.

“However, even though you are powerful,” he reached around grabbed her bound wrists, “I have the strength to grab you drag you out that door to the open world and the position you have no ability to stop me, do you, slut?”

Panic washing over her, looking to the door and looking back to him, she wondered if he actually would; she had given him every reason to. Shaking her head emphatically, she tried to contemplate what is next.

Dropping his bags, he reached up and caressed her face, “and as much as would love to see the glorious site before out in the world and show everyone just how lucky I am to have such an amazing cum slut, I am going to maintain the strength to hold off on that.”

Molly’s knees went nearly weak with relief, raw desire, & mixed regret, but Paul quickly held onto her and keep her up right.

“However,” Paul continued as she waited for the other shoe to drop, “I need to move these bags to the kitchen and I have one last set to get out there.”

“While I do that, you, my beautiful little bondage model, will stand there right behind the door, back against the wall, and you will not move until I tell you otherwise.”

Molly looked past him at the door and wondered what else would be planned.

“Understood, slut?”

“Yeth, Thur.”

Leaning down to pick up his bags, “hop to it, slut”

Standing up, he watched her strut over to her spot and marveled at her footwork and grace; amazed at the wonderful movements of her body. As she took her post, he nodded and turned to carry these bags into the kitchen.

Returning back to the door, he stopped in front of her and turned to look at her. “I know you want to follow me out there, but stay put, slut.”

Molly nodded in response.

“You know how I can tell?”

Molly shook her head no.

Paul reached hand between her thighs and shoved two fingers up dripping pussy.

Molly gasped at the sudden invasion but could do nothing other than shift her feet to keep her balance. Quickly pulling his fingers out, flinging them downwards, a large splatter as a puddle formed below as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Moving his finger to her mouth that was locked open, rubbing down her tongue as she licked and sucked on it, “Because you’re MORE than dripping, cum slut.”

Trying to lick him clean she nodded her head as she felt the flush run over her body.

Opening the door, he walked out to retrieve the last set.

Molly stood there panting for a bit then looked down at the puddle below her and rubbed a platform in it. “Gah. Ah eh u shluh,” she said to herself with a giggle.

Paul opened the door with the last load, “follow me, bondage barbie,” he commanded without turn his head.

Carefully walking behind him, Molly followed as quickly as she could.

Grabbing her floor pillow as he passed by it, Paul picked up the pillow and placed it next to the kitchen door. Turned to watch her lovely nude body strut the last few steps, “kneel here and wait, slut.”

Stepping next to it, she put her knees together and fell on the pillow, sliding her knees out as she landed to soften the blow and steady herself. Bowing her head, she focused on her lap and waited patiently for her Master.

Paul found all the cold and frozen items, and put them away. Verifying only non-perishables were left and nothing to melt or spoil, he placed the chocolate packages up on the counter and turned to face his slut, kneeling in repose for him.

Grabbing the hair on the back of her head, he through her head back, “I need a quick break,” tossing his kilt over her head, her world was returned to the confines of his crotch. Lining up his cock on her lips, he quickly shoved his shaft to her throat and pounded over & over.

Molly’s world quickly fell to only her mouth & her Master’s cock, and she loved every minute of it. Too quickly for her, he exploded over her tongue.

“Stay there, cum slut.”

She sat there and just mindlessly nodded trying to lick every drop her open mouth and swallow all she could.

Paul turned to finish putting the groceries away before returning back to his dripping slut. Bending down to grab her wrists, he lifted her up to her feet, as she scampered to try to get her footing. Reaching up, he unbuckled the gag, dropping on the damp pillow. Pulling her down to him, he latched his lips over her still gaping mouth sharing her breath.

As the kiss broke, Paul could sense she saying something.

“What was that, slut?”

“use me,” she eeked out of her dry mouth.

“Oh, I intend to, cunt”

Dragging her to the bedroom as she tried to keep the platforms under her, she finally stumbled as he pushed her onto the plump mattress. Landing on her knees, he held her hips as he shoved her head forward as her shoulders crashed to the bed unsupported by her arms. Shoving her thighs apart, and leaving her shoes dangling off the bed, he climbed up between her shins, tossed his kilt over ass, and rubbed his hardening cock up her slit.

Molly could do nothing but shiver and wait in anticipation for him. Try to rub her cunt along his shaft only resulted in her loosing contact with his cock and she whimpered in anticipation. “Please use your cunt, Sir??”

While he did hold back some and tease her to assert his control, he could not hold back for long and soon returned to her dripping pussy, pounding her over and over again.

She could not really tell how many orgasms she had during this bout of bedroom aerobics as they quickly bled from one to the next, but she was more extracting about the fact he seemed to just keep going and going. Her only regret was that she expunged so much of his spunk out of her pussy and her bound hands couldn’t catch it. However, she was glad she was able to stumble over to him on her knees and land on his thighs enough to thoroughly clean him. She relished resting next to him as he seemed so pleased finally with her; her regret from earlier today only a faint memory.

“slut?”

“yes, Master?”

“I really am glad to see you in those shoes again. I have missed them, but I don’t want you to wear them often or else they could lose their novelty.”

They were anything but her favorites so she was relieved to hear it; though she did love the effect they had on him. “yes, Sir.”

“However, as I’ll be wearing this kilt all weekend for you, you will wear those for the remainder of the weekend.”

Molly frantically went through their schedule in her head trying to think if they were expected to be somewhere tomorrow. The last thing she needed to do was to wear heels most strippers wouldn’t wear to a benefit or brunch.

Paul could tell she was searching for something. “Don’t worry,” Paul assured her reaching down to retrieve the leather cuffs from her wrists, “those will be the ONLY thing you will be wearing. Nowhere else to go, no one to see, so you will spend the rest of the time as my naked model on constant display.”

Slightly relieved about not having to go anywhere and while the comfort of being naked in private was often relaxing, the permanent portable pedestal perches on her feet were not exactly a preferred predicament even if in private. “thank you, Sir,” she responded knowing how much he would enjoy it and was looking forward to enjoying his responses.