As the hours passed I found myself getting more distracted and more teased. The plug sas so big. The chastity device was so merciless. I couldn't stop running my tongue over my swollen, sensitive lips. I squirmed and writhed in my office chair and looking through and editing the constant stream of images of my own use and depravity was not helping me either.
It was getting near dinner time so I finally gave up on attempting to be productive and shut down my computer. I walked through the house, feeling so strange to be there dressed as I was. I knew in my mind that Cheryl was probably well on her way to her spa weekend, but I still felt very on edge every time I heard the sound of a car passing by.
I was feeling a bit hungry but I didn't want to mess up my lipstick. It was maddening to be prepared like this, completely unable to remove so much of the outfit, even if I wanted to. The shoes were locked on, as was the cage. When I thought about it, I also realised that with the collar locked on over the neck of the silicone breastplate, I wouldn't be able to remove it either. All I could do was wait, so I sat down in the living room and turned on the television to distract myself.
It was nearly 7pm when my phone finally chimed. The message was minimal at best.
"Be at your front door to be picked up in five minutes," was all it said.
My heart was pounding. I was going to be leaving the house like this with no idea of my destination. I had a last minute inspiration and rushed upstairs as quickly as I could to grab one of Cheryl's tiny purses to tuck my keys and phone into. I was back at the door in time, standing and waiting. Even so, I jumped when the doorbell rang.
I turned out the light in the foyer and opened the door. I didn't recognise the man who was standing there which terrified me. I was afraid that some neighbour or canvasser with very bad timing had just stopped by.
"Come with me, Crissy," he said, at least reassuring me that Liam had sent him.
He offered his arm for support and I took it, especially as I navigated the front stairs in my heels. He led me to a large black town car parked in my driveway and opened the rear door for me. I slid inside, alone.
He walked around and got in and pulled away into the evening. I looked out the tinted windows, watching as we left my neighbourhood and appeared to be heading into the centre of the city. The streets were getting busier and I started to try to identify some landmarks or areas from my previous adventures.
"There's a blindfold in the pocket in front of you," my chauffeur said. "Put it on."
I sighed silently but still obeyed without hesitation. In the darkness, all I could focus on were my sensations. Every bounce made my tits bounce and my ass ache. I could feel my excitement building. That terrifying excitement crested even higher when I felt the car slow and then stop. I waited in my seat, expecting the chauffeur to come around to guide me out, but I couldn't hear him moving at all.
As a result I was startled by my door being opened from the outside. I felt a hand take mine and help me out of my seat and onto my feet. His strong hand let me forward. My heart was pounding as I could hear that we were not alone. Quite the opposite, it sounded quite busy around us. We walked slowly, stopping and pausing now and again without any explanation.
I was led onwards and forwards, just trying to make sense of the sounds I heard around me. At some point we seemed to leave most of the din and sounds of others behind us and soon after I felt my blindfold being gently removed. I sighed with audible relief when I realised that I was Liam guiding me and leading me.
I looked back where we had come and saw a flurry of flashes, along with a slow line of other couples not unlike Liam and myself. It appeared that we had arrived at some event with an actual red carpet and paparazzi lineup. I looked back at Liam with my eyes wide open in disbelief.
"Don't worry, Crissy. You look amazing," he said with a smile and my nerves melted away.
He led me up a wide stairway and into a simply dazzling lobby. We were surrounded by a crowd of handsome men, each seeming to have their own beauty on their arm, in a wide variety of outfits. Some were barely dressed at all, their bodies on near total display. Collars and leashes were commonplace, as were blindfolds, gags and even handcuffs and ankle cuffs with hobble chains. It felt like another world.