You call me and tell me to pack an extra set of clothes and that you also have something for me to wear. As part of my training, I acquiesce and try to figure out what you have in store for me.
As I get into your Jeep, you tell me that a friend of yours was very interested in meeting me. That I was his favorite body type for what he likes. At this point, I'm shivering with fear at what that could mean. When you stop for a light, you reach between my thighs and find me already slick. Taking your fingers and slipping them into my mouth, I suck away my taste of sex. I cast a glance down and I see that your cock is responding in a very insistent way.
I go to reach for your belt and you slap me away. "You'll get plenty of cock very soon," you growl. That growl clues me into how excited you are.
We pull up to a non descript building. We're in an industrial park. I can't see any sign of what the building is for; no signage, no anything.
I walk behind you, almost like you are a shield. You carry my bag and the one you brought with you. Could it be the bag with all our slut training equipment?
You hit the buzzer and identify yourself. And I catch a hint of vanilla and spice in the air. The door opens and the scent is much stronger. It's intoxicating. As my eyes adjust to the dark, I hear someone calling to you to come back. You lead, I follow.
It's a baking facility! The one room is filled with industrial mixing bowls, bags of flour and sugar. We follow the voice further back to a well lit but windowless room.
In the center of the room is an inflatable pool. On a table near by are beautiful cakes, wedding cakes, birthday cakes, fruit, container of honey and heavy cream.
I turn and look at you with open mouth. You've brought me to a sploshing party? A very slight but attractive man comes out. He's wearing his cook whites and you and he go off to the side. I try to hear but the murmuring is too low. There's a woman there too. Tall, dark blonde hair with incredible legs. Very Teutonic. I was musing to myself that her name is probably Gita or Hilde.
You hand me a clothes bag and direct me to a ladies room. I slip my clothes off in excitement, my scent is high. I can't believe how this has excited me.
In the bag, is a pair of pink satin panties, in my size, which always pleases me. Pale pink thigh high stockings, a matching camisole. There's also an Alice handband in black and mary janes in pink with black stitching.
When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel like a sugar plum fairy on steroids. But as I turn and look more, I like it. I come out and you are all smiling at me.
There's another man, he is also of a very German looking stock. Not very tall, in fact the Baker and he are very similar. Greyish brown hair, steely blue eyes, no facial hair. Both the Baker and his brother have taken off the hair nets they were wearing. I was surprised at the length of hair. Touching their shoulders. I think I've overdosed on eye candy. They were beautiful. They moved closer to me and the Baker held out his hand. I took it and he murmured how much he liked the outfit. He talked low and softly, as he led me to the pool. It was a large size, low sides. Definitely a "play pen".
