Bras, suspenders, panties, slips, camisoles, stockings pantyhose and corsets fill the drawers. Many pairs of different styles and colours of shoes are...lined up below the hanging outfits. They all have very high spike heels. ‘There is some compensation to your position to make up for the pain and suffering you will endure here’ she laughs. ‘Yes mistress’ I whisper breathlessly. My heart is pounding with excitement at the prospect of dressing in these lovely clothes. The mistress beckons and I. I whimpered aloud when his hands tightened on my hips. I could feel his pulsing erection in my back. “Such a good Kitten, soaked like a good girl,” he growled in my ear, as he sunk inside me with a hard thrust. Panting I arched up and palmed my breasts, kneading them and tweaking my nipples. He moaned louder and thrust harder, fingers digging into my hips. I pushed back against him, moaning. I was so close again. I laced my fingers with his and dug my nails into his palms. He growled and thrust. I can't begin to describe the absolute pleasure of their soft hands and hot soapy water washing away enough dirt and grime to start a small garden. Ahhh! To be warm and clean once again. Heaven is real. Bath time over, there was a minor problem with clean clothes. I would be damned if I was going to be naked while being debriefed by Sheila and the Society. Darlene was a mind reader. She made a quick exit and returned a few minutes later with my razor, a pair of cargo pants and a lumberjack. He picked her up, turned off the light in the family room and carried her down the hall with her clinging to his neck, her face buried into his shoulder. He carried her past the first room which was dark. He peeked in and was a little surprised to find the bed empty. The covers werent even disturbed . Jenny must have gone to sleep with her mom, he thought. As he was approaching the bedroom Becky was to sleep in, he saw a faint light coming from under his door. Strange. He always turned out the.