‘Your pleasure is all that matters on this night. Tonight, I am no longer a Princess, instead, I am a woman, made for your use. Please, Sir Knight, ...se me for your pleasure, however you see fit.’ Seconds later, she was being carried the short distance to the bed, and deposited in its center with the softness of a butterfly alighting upon a flower. Even in the dim, flickering candlelight, his eyes sparkled as he looked fondly upon her, undressing her with his eyes for several long, romantic. Poppy was raised in some sort of polytheistic religion, but he didn’t give a shit either, so Mommy was raised Hindu. And then, so was I. Unfortunately for Mommy, I inherited my ‘give a shit’ characteristics from the men of the family. It came to a head (pardon the pun) when she wanted me to start wearing a bindi to show my faith following Pooja and other prayer services. I stopped praying and she stopped talking to me… at least for a year or two. So… I’m an ‘Other.’ Whatever genes are in me,. Overall, everything felt...tight. Of course he couldn't complainbecause the gag was their tightest.Seeing her man wearing her hand me down tops and squirming in the skin-tight jeans made her squeeze her legs together. She easily transitionedhis outfits to the next level.He thought wearing a loose dress was going to be more comfortable thanthose skinny jeans. She decided that half measures were inexcusable so...The breast forms were glued on for the weekend. The D cup four clip bandbrassiere. I was tired and should’ve known that I might sleep the whole night.After the spanking, Dom pulled out two boxes of plastic wrap. Dread rose in me but I couldn’t object to what I knew was warranted. He began at my neck, wrapping the plastic around it and winding it down and over my body. It was tight, but not so tight that I couldn’t properly breathe. He stopped at my lower abdomen and while my hands were still free, my arms were pinned against my torso. Then Dom started a second sheath.