"We were discussing the fact that since you were pushing so hard to have us accept Becky's decision to be a slave, maybe you should see how it feels t... be in Becky's place."My mouth dropped open and I stared at him in shock and outrage. Of course, the outrage might have been tempered a little by the fact that my nipples hardened to tight little points at the same time.Still holding my hands behind my back, he nuzzled my neck and breathed in my ear, "I'll tell you what. If you are not wet, I'll. I suspect this is not an uncommon fantasy.=====In my mind, I am dressed in a corset, breast forms, bra, suspender belt and stockings. Heels would be locked on – not that I would be in a position to remove them.It would be up to my Dom(me) to determine if I was allowed to wear panties, or whether I would have my cage exposed to show off what a subservient object I’ve become. If I was to be allowed panties, they would need to be practical for what follows. For example, some backless panties that. . it was smooth and waxed. As I started to get my finger between her lips I felt it was so wet and slippery. I found her clit and gently started rubbing it. She had my now hard and throbbing cock in her hand and was stroking it in rhythm of my stroking her pussy.I pushed her back on the bed as she laid down on her back. I took my lips off hers and started kissing her neck and earlobes. She started moaning as I was still playing with her clit. I moved down over her breasts and gently ran my. Thanks for this help. I will repay all the damages made through the wet dress and this unwanted request.’Me: ‘I don’t think Mumbaikar requires so many explanations. If I would have been in your situations, probably you would have helped. Chill!! Listen to the song.’She: ‘Thanks’ – she kept adjusting her dresses wiping the water from body and face.‘Please drop me at next traffic.’Me: ‘Ok. But where do you want to go?’She: ‘Powai.’Me: ‘Then I can drop you at Powai. In which building do you.