girl.

It seems by 'something nice' mummy had meant 'sexy costume', and by 'sexy costume' she had meant' barely anything at all.'

Standing before the mirror you can feel your heart hammer in your chest as you admire yourself. The outfit isn't cheap, far from it, every piece is luxuriant and made from fine materials, yet so much of your skin is exposed that when you look at yourself the combination makes you feel detached from feeling...well...human. And sexy...very, very sexy.

The golden bikini top provides only as much support to your breasts as necessary, everything else about it devoted to either exposing or emphasising your chest. The only other major article of clothing is the long loin cloth that pretends to cover anything of your front and back. The material isn't very broad so any motion quickly exposes the sides of your ass and the fabric itself is sheer, its rich purple colouring demands only that you stare a little bit to see that your bare hips don't lie and that you have no panties on. Delicate jewellery sits about your wrists and your feet are slid into high-heeled sandals, preventing any break in the long view of your naked, silky legs while pushing up your pert ass and forcing you into a delicate walk. Lastly there is the collar fastened tightly around your neck, its thick leather leaving no space to pretend that it is simply a necklace or choker. And even if it did, the golden chain-link leash attached would erase any doubt.

You wonder a little how mummy was able to put this together so quickly, then wonder how many other costumes she might have, and if she has one just like this. As you begin to imagine Daddy towering over you and mummy, a pair of **** girls, sensuous breeding fodder for your strong master your delicate fingers begin to slide under the loin cloth and touch at your smooth, hot slit...

Suddenly the sound of car wheels on gravel pulls you from your lusty daydream. Daddy is home and its time to give him the news.