She Has Decidedly Mixed Feelings

Paige looked up slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes. The girl wasn't used to people going to her face level to speak to her while in **** posture. "To be honest, Mis-" Paige caught herself. "I mean, Sandra, I've never hated anything so much in my entire life. I feel so pent up all the time, but I'm not allowed to do anything about it." She smirks slightly. "But, I also love it. I guess I'm weird."

"You love it and you hate it?" Sandra chuckled. "You really are a ****, huh?"

"Thank you." Paige blushed, returning her eyes to the floor. "Miss Sandra....If you don't mind me asking..."

"Anything."

"Well..." Paige stuttered slightly. She'd never been a very confident speaker even when wearing clothes besides a collar and chastity belt. "I've never met someone so nonchalant about seeing me as a....well seeing me like this."

"Nah, this is normal. At least for me." Sandra reached out and brushed Paige's mousy brown hair delicately. The **** girl sighed. "The belt is new to me though. Can't say I've ever seen that before. But, at the end of the day, people enjoy what they enjoy, you know? I can't shame someone for who they are. Or at least that's what my Mother taught me growing up."

Sandra stands up and turns back to me. I can see that she has a question on the tip of her tongue.