I pulled up a little ribbed short white skirt. It really is much to short for a person my age, but Sarina wants me to dress like that she calls me 'he... bimbette'. Then over my head goes a bright teal top. It has a rounded neck, short sleeves. So you can see I have hairless arms, and it falls over the top of the skirt, so only about 18 inches of the white skirt shows. Then I slip my feet into teal colored heels, yes the same color as my top. They are not too high maybe 3 inches, just high enough. Master realized this by the relaxing ofmy body. "Go bend over the table." he ordered. Shivering in apprehension, I hurried over, and bent over, my nipple clampspushed into the cold hard wood of his table. Master stood back, his eyes onme. I could feel desire warming my body, at the thought of how I must lookto him. After a few seconds Master reached out and gently manipulated my buttplug, moving it in and out a bit.. I moaned as the plug gently stimulated thesensitive nerves in there. Master. We are both in our early 30s. I am rather tall at 5' 10" 140 lbs. withlong blond hair and (if I do say so myself) a killer body!) Stan, myhusband, was a shrimp at 5' 6", 120 lbs. with a physic of a child. He hadlongish brown hair with somewhat gentle features. A real Nerd! Myself, Ilove to keep in great athletic form. Stan is not interested. I marriedhim for his money, and he knows it.Our time with the natives was very interesting! It seems that the earlyhistory of this tribe is lead. Doctors, psychiatrists, clerics, they all tried and failed to ease her depression, six months worth of treatments of one form or another and all for nothing.Not that she neglected me or anything, it was just that the sparkle, the life had gone out of her and I was desperate for some way to cheer her up. I'd racked my brain for months trying to figure out something that I could do, taking her out was not an option, a priest had suggested it and she had tried it with no success, but I knew there.