Be that they dress me up in women's clothing, lingerie, diapers, or nothing. Whatever they decide to dress me up in, i am to be contempt with their de...ision. Which is always the case. I do not own my cock, they own it, my cock belongs to them, and to show that they own it, and are dominant over me, they put my cock in a cock cage. One with a detachable bottle at the end for unwanted cum. I am never allowed to touch myself without their consent. If I disobey my mistresses, i am to be punished,. . I think it's best we just let him sleep."Katherine whispered, "You're no bouquet of roses either. Whoa, and your breath!" But she muttered to herself, "God, I'm jealous!"Susan heard that. She smiled as she quietly shuffled out of the room, grabbing some clothes. She figured she'd put them on along the way.Katherine spoke a bit louder once they'd left the room and closed the door. "That's what I thought, too, that he should sleep some more. I figured I'd wait until the last minute, though, in. ‘Rose,’ he said ‘I’d like for you to meet Senator Reynolds.’ ‘Good evening Senator,’ I said and turned to the stocky, red-faced man standing a few steps away ‘it’s a pleasure to meet you!’ I could feel his eyes trailing across my body and the way my tight dress followed my curves. His face grew just a few shades redder and the speed of his breathing increased. A discreet sign from my husband made me aware that this had been his intention and as I slid closer to the Senator I wondered what this. Taking my time and enjoying the view, imagining how good it is going to feel to jerk off to this mental image when I get home, sliding my hands to her shoulders, working the gown open a little massaging her shoulder/neck area, listening to the soft moans in-between our conversation and going crazy inside just wanting to grab my hard cock and start wanking right there. Ive rubbed as much as I can without opening her gown up so I tell her to slide out from the table some, have another sip of wine.