By then it was noon and she went to ‘The Cheese Cake Factory’ and had a salad and a slice of cheesecake for lunch.Claire perused the boutiques for...a couple of hours then headed back to Bloomingdale’s and spent an hour trying on shoes. She treated herself to a pair. She vowed someday she would come back and buy an outfit to go with them.Claire arrived home at about 5:30 that evening and had a light supper. She took a shower and then picked out a lacy yellow bra and matching bikini panties. On. Her wrists had been lashed together with a leather thong and attached to an iron ring hammered into the plain wooden whipping post. One of the men had also thought to bind her ankles together as well so she couldn’t move around much as she was whipped. Mr. Simmons noted the crown of baby roses that had been placed around her blonde head. The roses only made the girl look sweeter and more innocent. You had to look closely to see how the thorns pressed painfully into her flesh. Mr. Simmons knew. I know that with one of my safe words, Master would take them off, but I can handle it. I breathe through the pain as my nipples begin to drift into the numbing ache that follows. I groan as I feel his breath caress my mound. I know with Master I need to ask permission to cum and I know he knows exactly how to get me to the edge and hold me there. I moan as his tongue begins to touch my lips. He teases me by going so slow and touching so lightly. I groan in annoyance and I feel a sharp pain in. ‘Stephanie, is that you? Wow! You look great! Be careful with Steve or he’ll be holding you tight and looking down at your chest every chance he gets. Can you dance with a guy that behaves like that?’ ‘I think so, Gwen, as long as you don’t mind. Boys never seem to act like I’m worth looking at, so it’s okay if Steve peeks a little. Mom said I could wear this when we practiced the dances as long as I didn’t try to distract Steve too much. I haven’t figured out what she means by ‘too much’ yet’.