We made small talk, and caught each other smiling back and forth with our eyes.Thought occurs to me, as my increasingly excited body and brain, wonder...duo of missing the obvious, feel the light bulb going off over my head.What the living hell was I doing flirting on the side of the road in the rain, when I had a perfectly warm and dry car, burning up the overpriced petrol, running behind me?!The gallant and now aroused, after humiliating myself by keeping this honey haired, curvy cutie, in such. Groggily, consciousness fully returned to my brain. Slowly opening one eye, I looked at the bright light coming in through the bedroom window. Someone had opened the curtains. I hate that! Rolling over, confirmed that Debbie was not in bed with me and was obviously the author of those wonderful breakfast smells.Fully awake now, I remembered last night. I felt a jolt in the pit of my stomach. With the cold hard light of day, a devastating feeling that everything had changed rushed through my. Looking down she saw that she was naked except for her white gartherless stockings. The rest of her clothes and her shoes were gone. (She didn't knew it, but we already burned them.) The reason for her immobility was that her arms and legs were fixated at the table she lay on. (That table actually was rather handy for our games. It was wide enough that you could comfortably stand on it over the fixed toy. The subframe was like that of a hospital bed, therefore you were able to raise and lower. I noddeddumbly."Good afternoon, Miss Stevens," I replied dutifully, which made her smilewider."How are you doing? How are you adjusting to the chastity device?" MissStevens asked, walking over towards me. "I hear from the guards you'venot tried to tamper with it, which I'm very pleased about." I'm... okay... thank you," I managed to mumble out. I'd be much betterwithout the cage on, you daft bitch, I wanted to say, but I felt some ofMiss Stevens' lessons about being polite were finally starting.