You wake up in bed later feeling beat up. Like you'd gone 10 round with mike Tyson and the your ass had done 20 round with him.
As you find your senses you look down at yourself. Your wearing white fishnet legging, pink heel, a short mini skirt and a corset. Where the hell do you even find a corset these days.
You seen a note cellotaped to your chest.
"As you have decided to act like a whore you will from now on dress like one. You are not to remove these clothes until I tell you. I have gone next door to discuss with Mrs Coleman the extent of the games you two have been playing and her role in them. If you behave and show me there is hope for you I won't make you dress like this to go to school on monday".
How the hell did this happen? When did your mother become such a sexual whirlwind and a dominate one at that? She was always so happy to lucky and comforting.
You feel somewhat more relaxed now you've come. Looking down at your chastity cage. 'Well at least I got some relief and won't need to go begging to Mrs Coleman' you think to yourself. Thank god this is coming off next week.
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