“I am getting a new dress for this shindig too. Unlike some people, I do enjoy getting all dressed up from time to time.” Pat answered. “This de...l keeps getting worse by the minute.” Helen disliked wearing clothes, and truly hated wearing underwear. Her usual mode of dress, when she had to, was a long hippie skirt and loose top. Helen and Pat went to their rooms to get dressed for the day of shopping. Helen grimaced as she pulled on her panties, but decided to go without a bra. “Brazier. Well not just anything, I needed to spend more time with real people and less time with my vibrator. I had to laugh, since I didn't really need a vibrator for masturbation. I was quite adept at it long before I ever owned a vibrator. Of course I was pretty damn good at it before I was good at any other form of sex. I fell asleep before I could work that one out.When I awoke at 7AM I dressed and then pedaled to the airstrip. I wore a thermal deer hunters blaze orange coverall suit. I alway wore. "Martha expected Helen to be frightened at this news but she had a curious feeling that somehow the child wanted, or at least thought she would enjoy, having to service a whole dormitory alone.When they arrived at the mine, Martha took Helen straight to the Dormitory supervisors' room and unfastened her handcuffs."Take off that dress," Martha ordered, "You won't ever need one again."Helen quickly obeyed and was again handcuffed with her hands in front of her.Martha quickly grabbed Helen's arm. With some haste your release your bra clasp and toss the bra towards the bed, when suddenly you are grabbed from behind. You are forced face down onto the bed. A gruff voice warns you that if you scream or shout you will be seriously harmed. Then one of your stockings is fastened as a blindfold across your eyes.Suddenly you feel cold steel pressing into your flesh at the waist band of your panties, you feel the right side of your panties go loose, again you feel the cold steel as the left side.