Enjoy and remember, if you don't like it, at least it's free.
We're all adults in this tale.
Similarities are pure coincidence.
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After Mistress left I had a minute to compose myself. Rub my aching jaw and soothe my sore throat. My tummy uncomfortably full. I couldn't really believe she intended me to live off a diet of sperm and berries. I giggled to myself thinking, "Spermberries."
Getting up and heading for the shower, I pouted a bit. Then, being on my own,
I thought about looking through the dresser or maybe the windows to see if there was anything of interest. Taking a pause, I thought better of it. Assuming she would be watching the cameras, I turned on the shower and let it get warm as I brushed out my blonde hair. Touching the collar locked on me, I headed into the shower.
This time I knew it had to be good. Mistress insisted on making my showers sexual. So that's exactly what I did. I was trying to avoid being punished as I lathered my body up. Using extra everything. Making my toned body soapy and shiny and oh so wet. I even rubbed myself just a bit in all the right places. I won't lie, it actually felt good.
Everyone loves a steamy hot shower, and I took my time. Letting the hot water wash away my guilt and shame. As my eyes closed, once again I could almost forget my situation. Almost. Until I burped a little and was rewarded with the bitter taste of all the semen I had drank. Ugh.
Stepping out, for the first time I didn't bother with the towel around me. It didn't matter, cause I knew I'd be naked soon enough anyways. I took the time to dry my hair and brush it a bit. Deciding on a ponytail in case things got messy later.
Sitting at the vanity I pondered the vast array of makeup and lotions. Why not pamper myself a bit? It's all paid for and I've certainly earned it. So I sat, legs crossed, naked and collared, treating myself to a high dollar makeover. It was actually kind of nice. I could never afford some of the products she had there, and it was a rare luxury for little me. For little miss big tits I guess.
Once I was satisfactorily beautified, I sauntered over to see the clothes she wanted me to wear. Picking up the pink item, and holding it in front of me, I looked at it. A tiny spandex tube dress. Hot pink. Very small. Lovely. The white item? A frilly pair of little ankle socks. If you know what mary janes are you know the type.
Never in my life would I dress like this. I might dress sexy at times, and sometimes flirty, but this was a stripper outfit. A stripper or worse. I looked for panties and maybe a bra. None to be found. Of course not, why would there be. I tried looking in the dresser for panties. Of course it was locked. Why wouldn't it be.
With resignation, I wiggled into the tiny dress, my breasts barely able to fit. The hemline just beneath the curve of my toned bottom. Sitting on the bed I pulled the little frilly socks on one at a time. Of course one at a time. How else would a girl put on ankle socks? Standing up, I looked at my reflection. Nipples poking out and visible. Just visible. The slit of my pussy showing through the tight hot pink spandex. All blonde, pink, and girly.
That's when Mistress Jane returned. With a smile, she nodded approval, and handed me a pair of high heels. Shiny pink pumps with a four inch stiletto heel. Sitting down to slip them on I felt like Cinderella. They were a perfect fit. But somehow I suspected I wasn't going to be meeting my Prince Charming.
"There's been a change of plan little miss big tits," Mistress said. "We will continue your deepthroat training another time. Right now however, you're coming with me to pick up a friend of mine. Put this on."
As she handed me a blindfold, I whimpered but kept quiet. Covering my eyes and wondering what was going to happen next. I felt her take my arm and followed as she led me away. It wasn't easy walking in those heels blindly, and I almost fell as we went down some stairs. Well, several stairs actually. Some part of my brain wondered if she was leading me down into Hell, and the truth wasn't far off.
Completely blind, the mask blocking even the slightest light, I was led into what I assume was a garage. I could smell motors and oil and such. It reminded me of my daddy's garage at home. A million miles away. There was a pause, and I heard Mistress doing something. Then my arms were pulled back hard and I felt rope kissing my flesh again. Whimpering as I realized my dainty wrists were being tied behind my back. I knew in that instant I wasn't going to like where this was going.
Wearing only a spandex tube dress, hot pink and skimpy, little white ankle socks, heels and my collar, I was helped into a car. I could tell it was big. It felt like a town car or a limousine. I couldn't be sure. But as I sat there, wrists tied, I could hear Mistress talking on the phone. Saying she would be there soon. Saying she was grateful, and her gratitude would be shown. Saying she has a surprise. Saying it's tight and blonde and innocent. With a whimper I knew it was me she was talking about.
As we started off on my next adventure I could barely feel the car moving. The ride was so smooth it felt like we were gliding on a cloud. I squirmed a bit, my wrists tied uncomfortably tight. That's when Mistress took off my blindfold. Looking around I saw that we were in a limo. However, the windows were blacked out. There was no way to see the outside of the car. Complete privacy.
