She moved slowly across the floor, embarassed that she was about to hand over all her secrets to him. Handing him the bag, her face was flushed with..... Wait, was it embarassment or excitement? She couldn't tell but she felt the moisture building between her legs. "Before I look into this bag, is there anything you wish to say?" "No, Sir" was her reply. She couldn't think of anything to say and there was no use now in trying to explain why she had the "toys"; she didnt think he would understand. I wondered if I would be allowed in the house when I returned from work?The k**s came down and were happy to see me saying, "We missed you, mom where did you go?" I just told them I had visited with some friends and steered the talk to school and such. I had no desire for them to further question my weekend activities. I kissed and hugged them all and sent them off to school, feeling relief but wondering if I would ever see them again? I gathered up my things and left the house with mixed. "This is my room,sit on the bed and I will see what I can find."You're probably asking, would I have worn a pair of my mother's heels,not sure what that answer might have been but I can tell you if that hadbeen four-inch heels, the date would have to be in a wheelchair. Me ofcourse, not her.Just a quick aside, of course, my mother suggested them as she combedthrough her closet. I had declined.After a few minutes with Brenda still out of the room, I got up andlooked around her boudoir. She. Even that slick, silky, feeling reminded me of the vows I had taken before Master accepted me as his slave girl. All my toys were beside me and I fingered each one lovingly. The ass plug was to be my secondary lover for the evening. I didn’t have much experience with the big fellow, but I knew I didn’t want to start with him just yet. With the added lubrication from my cream, I was able to get a few fingers into my asshole before I pressed ?Big Max? to my tender sphincter. After about five.