Daria’s eyes widened as she couldn’t believe how complete it was. The huge room had poured, concrete floors with grey stone walls. There were ra...ters along the entire ceiling so ropes and chains could be tied to them. There were so many different pieces of bondage furniture and sex toys on the shelves and walls. Whips, crops, gags, blindfolds, dildos, vibrators, everything. Pat led Daria under a pair of cuffs hanging from the ceiling. He removed the strap around her elbow as well as her. She's never worn it except in our bedroom. "Do you think you'd like me to wear this outfit today, Veronica?" she asked."I'd like you to wear that outfit any day, any where," I replied."Good. I want to look good for you. Do you think I'll look good enough to eat?" she asked."I will guarantee you'll get eaten," I responded.Victoria went over to her dresser and pulled out some crotchless pantyhose, which she put on. "If you're so sure I'll get eaten, then I'll wear these to make it easier for. Butdressed as a woman, it was so sensual, so lovely. I grabbed a spatulaand acted as if it was my microphone. I shook my ass, feeling mypanties. I ran my hands up my sides.I was happy. I had always cleaned my apartment on Saturdays, but sixmonths ago, I caved and bought the maid's outfit. It was a royal bluemaid's dress and I had invested in some underwear and some makeup. Itwas my "me" time. No one was forcing me. I just loved the clothes.Sometimes, I imagined I was dancing with Darcy, my. We already made sure we got everything. Let's go home." I nodded to the voice of my 14 year old daughter behind me. I didn't turn to face her because I still needed to put up that strong front. She needed to know that her dad was still the man she respected, not some wimp left a quivering, crying emotional wreck, by a cheating wife."Race you to the car," I said. Her response as expected, was a peal of girlish giggling and a mad dash out to the triple wide driveway, where my bright red Mustang.