WhenGwen arrived, she greeted me as if we were old friends. I could tellinstantly she was pleased with results of the makeover. "I really likethat su...t, Shelli!" I thanked her and told her I had been dying to wearit for the longest time. We both laughed at the inside joke and startedthe day. That first day was like a dream... it was like I had finallybecome the person I was meant to be. Gwen was very easy to work for, butat the same time I would have done anything for her considering. When it was first locked on me I figured that there would eventually come a time when I'd be released but my boyfriend never gave an exact date or time, simply telling me that it was "for my own good" and only when he felt I had earned the privilege would I be released.The first few days felt like an eternity filled with non-stop frustration. I've been conditioned to the point where it doesn't take much to make me horny and even the act of putting on my locking collar and wrist/ankle restraints. He took my hand lead me to the back of his rig and opened the doors. It was loaded with a few feet of open space. He got in and helped me up. "you must be a real slut to be looking for a cock to suck in this downpour" no rely by me but me getting to my knees and rubbing his cock. He pulled it out I took hold of it and took the head in my mouth. OMG he yelled you are a slut and started mouth fucking me. Holding my head driving his cock in and out as i clamped my lips around it waiting for the. Now I stumble my words sometimes when I talk to her, I always have to be careful she doesn’t see me perving on her whenever she bends over, I can't help it! It's like my eyes are magnetically drawn to her ass. But most of all, now I have to constantly be on stiffy alert! If we are all in the main room watching T.V. and I notice I can see a little way up Doe’s skirt … boing! Then I can't get up from the chair for half an hour! Or the other day, I was helping her put the washing up on the.