The clothes were practical enough, once they had been rinsed and dried out, but poor Ginnie's simply didn't fit her any more."Put them away somewhere ...afe," Paul had advised her. "You're a little overweight at the moment, but maybe they'll fit you again if you get thinner."Ginnie had stuck her nose in the air and didn't speak to him for two days after that remark, although their lovemaking continued unabated at night. In fact, Ginnie had put him through such a strenuous couple of nights that. That thought excites mebefore I push it out of my mind.I look up and it is 4pm, thank goodness the workday is almost over and Iwill be headed home soon. My phone rings and I answer it with out eventhinking. "You are one stupid little cunt, aren't you? You can't even follow asimple instruction can you! You obviously need more training than Ithought!"I glance at the display and notice the incoming number is my home number!Holy shit Master Harold is calling me from my house! I sit there. She self-consciously crosses her arms around herbreasts, but she can feel that this raises her skirt a little bit,and she fears people can see the bottom of her ass and her drippingpussy." . . . I want to thank each and every one of you for making thissuccess possible. Oh god."The vibrations seem to be getting deeper. Not harder, not faster,but *deeper*.". . . this is a proud, um, moment for me, and I'm feeling a littleoverwhelmed. Thank you all."As she speaks, she cannot help but squeeze. First we'll have to sort out this,' She said, Flicking my erection. 'On the bed and arms out.' She fastened my arms and legs to the headboard with restraints, my cock and arse exposed to the world. 'You've been a very naughty girl,' She said, as she lightly stroked my cock and balls, 'And naughty girls need to be punished. My heart sank. 'Please Mistress, I'll be good – I promise.' 'I know you will Sissy, but you promised me last time and I know it isn't your fault. It's this little thing.