Next were the stockings, they were bright pink and took a while to get on over my catsuit but Mistress managed it. Then came the basque, again it was ... bright ultra-girlie pink. Mistress put it on me and laced me up at the back and asked if it was comfortable. When I said it was comfortable Mistress then did it up even tighter so that it was an effort to breath but I knew that Mistress knew best.After Mistress attached the stockings to the suspender straps of the basque, then came the. I had around 7-8 friends at my place. I was surprised how s got dressed for the evening. Even though it was just a party at home, she wore a revealing red top and a short black skirt. She was looking damn sexy that night. I just couldn’t take my eyes off her that evening.It was around 7 pm and everyone were waiting to get the party started. I and my roommate sent everyone up on the terrace and we were about to take the beer to the terrace, just then s came down and said I want to use the. “No, I got this.”“Okay then, big boy,” I laughed as I pulled the covers back on his bed. He sat, then gingerly turned himself to lie down. I kept track of his IV. Of course, me taking care of his IV, him using both hands to get into bed, nobody took care of that ridiculous hospital gown. Naturally that meant that the gown flowed completely away from its function of maintaining patient modesty.Full frontal. He felt the draft, his hand moved to grab the gown. He turned bright red.“I’m sorry,. .. I lifted my shirt and tried to scream "FUCK!" but my swollentongue makes me sound funny. Small rings were attached to my nipples.Isabella dared me to pierce my nipples. What else we did yesterday?I removed my shirt in a hurry and watched the rest of my body in amirror. She was talking about getting our lower backs tattoostogether, but thanks God there was nothing. Probably the tattoo guyrefused to ink us seeing that we were drunk.Somebody knocked on my door and before I was able to react.