" .. When you lost your last home in a cataclysm?" Yes! Do you know me?" I don't know you, dear, but I know of you. You do not need to fear thatyour s...cret will be revealed. You do not need to fear that this homewill be taken from you. April Morning has a way of defending itself andcaring for its own. You may cast out your fear and begin your new lifehere."I buried my face in her shoulder as I began to weep earnestly as Iremembered. As I finished she held a tissue for me to take to dry myeyes.. Wearing stockings and heels was a whole newexperience. The way the suspenders and stockings pulled and stretchedwith each step. How my bottom moved in the smooth silky knickers. Theabsence of trousers. How my now-hairless balls fitted snugly into mysilky knickers. A delicious combination of freedom and constraint.Then for the first time I caught sight of my reflection in a full lengthmirror. I hadn't realised just how short the dress was. It didn'tcompletely cover my knickers. The bulge of my. She stepped forward and began attaching her bells to the bound slave’s body. Evidently there was a clamp of some sort already on the short chain which the assistant was holding because when she stepped back, both of her bells hung from the flesh of the bound slave’s right underarm.A second assistant stepped forward and attached her bells to the left underarm. The third assistant’s bells were placed one on each of the breasts so the slave now had four attached to each breast as well as one on. “You should dress up more often, because you look very attractive and appealing when you do. Both Rana and I will be proud to be in your company when we go to dinner this evening. Now ... pull just your skirt up on your lower back for right now.”“Well...” She said, drawing it out much longer than she should have. Mark could almost hear her thought process going on as she was decided if she should continue the game.“You told me you picked out your under things with me in mind, am I right?”“Um,.