I'd just finished my morning bathroom visit when Elizabeth burst into my room.
"Today's my day, and I want something special. Come."
I followed her to her bedroom. Crap! Did the 'matribitch' want sex for her birthday? I swear my pecker shrank so much at the terrible thought, if not for the ring around my balls my cage would have fallen off right then and there.
"Take off your nightie.' I shook so much I almost got tangled in the long pink satin sheath. She pointed at her unmade bed. Fuck.
"Put that on. I'll help you."
On the bed was a tangle of black leather straps. it was a body harness. I'd never seen one in real life.
Straps went around my upper thighs. There was a soft leather pouch for my jewels. There was a web of leather straps around my torso and over my shoulders. It's collar locked behind my neck, and dangling from the collar on leather straps were leather cuffs just above waist height. Elizabeth locked the cuffs to my wrists.
She handed me my extreme spike heel hobble chained ankle straps. "Sit there and put them on." It was a low back arm less swivel chair in front of her makeup table. I struggled, with the wrist cuffs restricting my reach, but managed to get them on, so she could lock them.
"Sit still." Elizabeth began applying my makeup. Including putting the same sparkly lip gloss on my nipples she used in my lips and eye shadow.
When she swiveled my chair to face the mirror I was shocked to see the over made up slut looking back.
"Glue these on," she dropped a package of long metal flake pink nails on the table, "then come down and make our breakfast."
By mid afternoon I was panicking as I did my chores, wondering if I'd still be dressed like this when the children arrived for her party. But eventually she removed the padlocks and told me to, "put on something decent, but DO NOT change your face."
I changed to the same pink floral print dress and shoes I wore here the other day.
Elsa's sister Catherine is the first to arrive with her son, Chris. Cathy is wearing a white blouse and a dove grey knee length pleated skirt, with white three inch heel round toe pumps.
Her son, (who is often a little girl) a robin egg blue short sleeve below the knees dress with a Peter Pan collar, knee high socks and light blue flats.
"There's my little Chris! Come give your old granny a hug."
