Istill get embarrassed though, when i'm dressed out in public like i amnow. Like everything else in my life, Master decided what i would wearand how ... would look on my trip to slavery. i was wearing red vinyl hotpants and a pink frilly governess blouse, with lace down the middle ofthe front and the cuffs of the sleeve. The rest of the blouse wassheer, so that my red bra was clearly visible underneath. my legs wereadorned in white stockings with red hearts all over them. The lace topswere. "You sure are a beautiful sight; Miss Jenny." Marcel whispered softly into her ear as he repositioned his own arms. He switched his grip of her so that their arms were now both at her sides. With her arms pulled down to his lap, she could still not get away. She might as well have been handcuffed to him. She could feel the hard muscles in his thighs, abdomen and arms against her.The only ones who could see what was happening were the lifeguards and the people on their patios a floor up. They. The blushon was put; the eye make up done and my lips matched my nails in a deep red color. Then I was made to wear a padded bra with falsies and a panty made from some kind of satin cloth, which felt wonderful against my skin. Then I was made to wear some thin chains, which I later learnt were not iron or steel but silver. Then chains interconnected a silver collar on my neck, my wrists my ankles and even my waists. Though they restricted free movement they enabled me to function normally.. Her plain, figure hugging red dress was framed in the entrance door of her apartment. She had let her hair down, the light from behind gave her a halo effect and also a shadowy outline between her legs as it weakly leached through the fabric.My assumption was correct, dinner wasn’t really the offer. As soon as the door clicked shut, we tore at each others clothing like children with Christmas presents. Before more than a few minutes had passed, we were completely naked, on top of her bed,.