What fun we're all going to have!"With Prissy and Chrissy squealing furiously, and poor Chrissy's pretty pantied bottom wiggling angrily at his wicked...mistresses, Heather and Debra forced the door shut and locked it. Laughing, the three women then left the cellar nursery, flicking off the light at the top of the stairs and locking the thick wooden door that controlled entry to this strange realm of sissy humiliation.Inside the cupboard, neither Prissy nor Chrissy were able to move a muscle.. Waiting for her to get home. After about two hours the door swung open and Amy came in. “Hey honey how was camp?” he asked barely able to contain him angry. “It was good but I’m going to go shower now. I’ll come down after and tell you all about it” “Alright” Tim responded. About 20 minutes later Amy came down the stairs in her yoga pants and a tank top and sat next to her father. “Before you start,” Tim said “I found something I think belongs to you.” “Oh really?” Amy asked with a little. As she sank into the water, she let her head slip below, only wincing slightly at the stinging in her knees and her pussy too, now that the hot water was on it. Her head popped back above the water and she put a wet flannel over her face and lay there, eyes closed. Jake sat quietly on the toilet, simply watching her, not in a rude way, just being with her. "Would you like a glass of wine, Jake? I have some in the kitchen," she asked."I'll take one, if you'd like one, Robin. Shall I?" He said,. When nothing happened I realised I was about to pee allover the floor if I didn't go to the bathroom NOW.After sitting to pee I took a shower and afterward used the skinconditioner. Again I was amazed at how sensuous it felt putting it onand how soft my skin felt when I was done. I realised that I didn'thave anything clean to wear. I started to make more clothes for the daywhen it came to me that I should just make myself a bunch of clothes. Iwent to the box and made several pairs of bikini.