Sports bra

Well, this one was at least tamer than Emily’s selection. It should be easier to get Alexis to touch this. The bra was bright orange and looked like those cat keyhole bras he had seen on the internet. The ones that showed a lot of skin in the cutout. The cat head was lined white, the back was a typical racerback, and the material seemed like the normal spandex or nylon most sports bras were made of…admittedly, he was never sure about what exactly made up bras, only the treasure they hid underneath. He turned towards Emily with the article. “What about this one?”

She just glared at him. “Yeah, that would be much better than a piece of lace that barely covers your crotch...Master. That’s a lot more fun too!”

He looked at her, and then grinned. “Kneel.”

She instantly dropped to her knees, her hands on her thighs. She pouted at him. “Ok, ok, I get it. I am your most humble servant, my lord.”

Pouted? Emily didn’t pout, she got ticked. Maybe this whole thing was shifting her behavior...it made him uncomfortable...but he did like the m’lord part... “Ok, get up. And get your phone out. I’ve got a plan...”

“Yes Master, but first...”