Is that clear enough for you?" My heart skips several beats and my stomach lurches in a mix of excitement and fear, "Err, Okay, I'll be up in ten minu...es." I hear myself say, half whispering, looking around furtively and covering the handset in case my wife's in earshot."Good! Now you'd better put your little wife on for me, or she'll be wondering why I called. Course I won't tell her that I rang to ask her husband round for a fuck.." she adds, mischievously.With that I drop the receiver and. She is wearing high heel boots and is still shorter than me. The slaver has a gun belt holding a holster with a pistol. She also is holding a riding crop in her leather gloved hands. I cannot recognize the scent of her perfume, but it is most pleasant. Mom introduces me to the slaver. The two of them walk around me as mom describes my feature. I am described as a healthy young male trained to be obedient and to blindly please all women. I feel that I am getting excited. The slaver notices that. I guess I was doing OK, it's just that I was so terribly bored by it all. I had gone to visit my brother and his family again. One morning while he was showering and the rest of the house was deserted, I wanted to play solitaire. I couldn't find the game, so I went to explorer and started to explore. I was rummaging around for a while and finally found a sub-directory called Pics. I was a little intrigued, thinking that maybe my big brother liked nudie pictures! I wondered what his taste's. Finally, ‘Yes, this is it!’ she squealed. Angie held out a black leather miniskirt looking extremely pleased with herself. ‘It’s just like this one the girl, well man, well whatever, is wearing in this picture,’ she said, pointing to a picture of Janet Petteflet which Malcolm had downloaded from ‘Now for the awkward bit, you will have to try it on.’ Malcolm paled, he hadn’t though of that. He knew that he was usually a size 14 in a skirt but also knew that sizes varied, he had a couple of 12s.