She was sure she couldn'tstand another blow to her tits or cunt when,miraculously, the caning stopped. "You are going tostop flaunting your tits and a...s in public, aren'tyou?" Yes! Yes! I'll wear loose clothes and standvery still." There is still a problem about your teasing cunt. You give the impression that you never get enoughsex. We'll have to address that. First, we'll seejust how much we can stuff it." She felt something, notmuch bigger than a Tampax, being slipped into hervagina. . We had a couple of tight words about the lingerie and garters versus stockings. The girls got me kitted out and then they wished to inspect the items altogether. I got dressed as if I was going out. Apparently, I passed muster. It did feel a bit weird to be wearing a dress.We finally got all of the items boxed up.Siebel refused to let me pay for the clothes.She said most of the clothes would be replaced by insurance and it was sheer luck that the better clothes that fitted me were down the back. A broad smile spread itself across her face as she thought about the other things that Master would hold during the night. There was that marvelous feeling of security that she got from the little chain binding her ankle to the bed every night. These little things kept her wet all the time. Master always found her wet and ready anytime he wanted to insert his fingers and do what he would call, "a pussy check.". Even in the middle of the night.Angel loved that there were no longer other. When she woke up ... that might not be good ... she might go berserk, being indoors, in what she saw as captivity ... he wished he could tie her up, but that would just make it worse. He made sure that all sharp objects were hidden away and he even pulled the .45 out of his waistband and hid it atop a cabinet. The water boiled, he let it cool, and then began to clean her up. Time passed.The first time she woke, her eyes were unfocused, and she just seemed to draw further and further back into.