My wife appeared behind me. "Isee you have noticed the changes! she said. "Crawl to the crib and pullyourself up." I crawled over and pulled myself up...being careful not topush with my feet so the pins didn't push into my feet. When I wassitting on the side my wife approached holding a large babies bottle."Drink your milkies," she said passing me the bottle. I took it betweenmy satin fists and started to drink. It was warm and sickly sweet. "Youhad better drink it all or you wont be a big strong. I have a Kurta Payjama you can wear.I said Ok. And he took me to his bedroom and gave me a white silk kurta payjama. And said. Remember to take off your underwear. Just wear the payjama And he smiled at me.I smiled back and said ok.I changed into the kurta payjama. And I was feeling awkward. My Dick with fully hard and since there was no bondation of the underwear , the tent was quiet obvious.I sat down for a while to cool off the things. When My dick was normal. I came out.The table was set. "Yes you might be able to but not with 2credits!"My heart sank, of course Master would make it hard for me to earn theright to cum and of course he was right my mind was never far from mythrobbing clitty."Jessica I will not remove credits that you have earned if you fail attasks throughout the day. That is the job of the corrections you beg for.Extending from this credits will not be rewarded on a daily basis ofcompleting your slave duties to the best of your ability. Credits willonly be. Iwalked carefully mindful to take smaller more feminine steps especiallywhen I joined the busier Cromwell Road, the A4 and a major road into thecapital. It teemed with people I glanced around, I could see no onestaring or pointing at me and I felt more confident as I headed towardsGloucester Road underground station. As I walked I could feel the firstchill of autumn, through the opaque grey hold up stockings from my boottops upwards to the bare skin above the stocking tops. I stopped at acash.