As i rumaged through, my sister had all sorts, brass frilly panties, thongs, g-strings, leotards and sexy nightware, nervously i picked up a white pai... of frilly panties, and put my feet into the leg-holes, reluctantly i pulled them up my legs and towards my crotch. It felt fucking fantastic, the lacy fabric carresed my bum cheeks and i was incredibly horny. I looked in the mirror at myself to see the rear of the panties deisappear into my bum cheeks. I accompanied the panties with a white push. While I understand that there will be times when it's different, for the most part -- walking down the street, that sort of thing, I would be more comfortable treating you as I would my girlfriend." This is not uncommon," she explained. "In most circumstances a master and slave would go unnoticed as no one knows of their special relationship. I am an exception in that I go nowhere without my collar and fans. I have others for formal occasion and I am proud of my status. These items are known. Suddenly her hands were on the bottom of my t-shirt and without warning she pulled it up over my head, lifting my arms with the same movement. I was so shocked that I let it happen. “What the fuck was that?” I asked, standing there looking between them. “Well, if you’re going to write sex storied we thought we’d give you something to write about,” she said, reaching for my belt and roughly pulling it open then leaning forward she spoke into my ear, “when I found your story I masturbated to. She would masturbate while in bondage. When she first met Frieda at her store she almost came in her panties. Frieda notice her reaction and asked her if she knew what these things were for. Jill blushed but admitted she did know and was into self-bondage, but also fantasized about being an owned slave. Since Jill was a perfect model size, Frieda asked her if she would consider modeling some of the fetish wear at shows she did for clients. She could wear a hood so no one would know whom.