I smile at the assistance and she says ‘hello again – is there anything I can help you with?’. I say I’m fine, I know where I am going and wha... I am looking for. I lead my boy down the stairs and both his eyes and cock pop out with the excitement. Around us is a den of wall to wall bras, stockings, knickers (French, g-strings, crotchless, lacy, latex), corsets, babydolls and at the bottom some costumes (police girl, slut, maid, school girl). He pulls me close and whispers that I know all the. She watched as blood beaded at the new wound, and she started to cry.Kimberly had started the morning eager to prove her self-reliance and self-sufficiency. But as the hours progressed her efforts at foraging for food had been less than successful. She resigned herself to the fact that supper tonight was going to be quite meager at best. The only coconuts and fruit she had found on the ground were too hard, cracked open or were soft and mushy. She had been unsuccessful in throwing rocks to. It sounded so lame, but at the moment, I could only feel a wet spot in my panties.I watched his eyes taking me in as I covered myself with the dress. A tiny voice in my head said this wasn’t right. I shut it off without a thought, hung the shift up on the nearest hook, and watched his eyes. I do believe my nipples grew while he stared.“Not sure I can be much of a judge,” he said. “You’re going to look fabulous in anything or nothing.”I slipped the thong off my hips and let it slide down my legs. But to do so after calming, slightly, would be more difficult.Becca stood still, her arms and legs aching from the bondage that held her securely in place and stared at the cane. It would be pure agony on the sensitive flesh of her breasts, worse than what she'd suffered so far, if that was possible. Why would she beg for such a thing? Had she not suffered enough?But Becca knew to not do as told would only bring down further punishment. ~ The d**g . . . I will heal, the pain will go. ~ She.