Push and you'll have a sweet little treat.” I pushed and the strawberry dropped and this time I made sure to move ungracefully to assure that I caug...t it. The Duchess clapped when she saw it land on my tongue and I ate it. “Oh yes, and here come some of your own juices. You certainly are a wet one.” A long thin band of my own sticky cream dripped down and hung in the air above my head. It slowly extended until the creamy white rope broke and it landed in my mouth. I licked it up eagerly as it. " She replied."OK, we'll set it up as I'm leaving." Selena said hanging up."Dear Abby, Dear Abby, My feet are too long." She sung to herself in jest, remembering the words to the John Prine song. My God when did I hang out a sign for advice and a good ear for the lovelorn." She wondered.She quickly erased all thoughts and locked her eyes to the screens before her on her desk and mounted on the wall, checking news, quotes, and activity. She liked reading the all activity chart because it fed her. Slowly dragging her skirt higher up and letting her hand disappear towards the inside of her milky thighs. It was a Thursday afternoon, on the way home, when things escalated. She came onto the bus, looking disgruntled and almost upset. But then, for the first time, she saw me, the explicit concern and barely concealed lust in my eyes. She smirked slightly, almost curtseyed to her unwavering audience (me) and began to gently bite and suck on her lower lip. Then her eyes drifted so quickly to. The next stage of my punishment was that suggested by the lady Mistress Lisa asked on-line. It was on Saturday night. Mistress Lisa laid out the clothes I was to wear to go out dancing. I had been in the shower and when I went back into the bedroom my clothes were laid out on the bed for me. There was a scarlet satin bra and pantie set. It was a push-up bra to give me more cleavage. There was a leather patchwork mini skirt (black), a pair of leather knee-length boots, black lace top hold-up.