On a mini-vacation. We were attending Senator Murphy’s Gala tomorrow night, then we’d to stay for the weekend and see the sites. My bimbo wives we...e all excited to come. Janet hopped to her feet in her red dress, followed swiftly by Nicole in her silver dress, Donna giggled in her yellow, while Veronica bounced in her seat wearing a violet dress. They were all the same, made of that stretchy material that clung to their curvaceous bodies, barely covering ass and pussy, their tits about to fall. So, while she basked in her fame, I drove a sleepy Sam home as she leaned against me in the car smearing residual sponge cake down the arm of my coat. “Isn’t Jamie nice, daddy?” She sighed rapturously as I put her to bed. “Very nice, darling, I can see why you ‘wuv’ him.” “Yes,” she sighed again, as she slipped into the exhausted sleep of a stage star, leaving me to meditate on the innocence of children and the purity of their love. Chapter 2: On my Mind. Next day I found the image of Aine. Nevertheless, I still managed to make out through the padded leather the ‘click, click, click,’ sound of my dominant Transsexual Goddess, Mistress D’s, high heeled boots on the tile floor of her basement dungeon. I felt her hand stoke my hooded head, even through the thick padding. And then, I felt something placed to my right nostril. A glass bottle, or glass ampule of some kind. ‘Sniff deeply slave,’ Mistress D. commanded in her husky voice. Without hesitation eager to comply, I inhaled. She could barely see in front of her. It had been foolish to stay out so long, she hadn't planned on falling asleep. He'd be very worried about her by now. Pacing the floor she imagined and getting impatient and growing quite angry. She sped as fast as she could as her wheels would take her, the cold air blowing in her face. It wasn't a pleasant ride home. Next time she would start out a little earlier and get home sooner, too.She finally reached the curved dirt drive to their cottage. She.