You liked my shoes, you said as I leant over and slipped them off slowly, your eyes following my movement as my dress gaped to show a little cleavage....I hung my coat over the back of the chair and you got your first full look at my new dress, I could see that it pleased you, red, low cut, very short, with strategic black lack inserts. I was wearing stockings and with my legs crossed you could just see the tops, the gap between skirt, skin and stocking catching your eye, unable to look away. I'd. She couldn't see where she was going anymore, and couldn't walk very fast in her boots, but she obediently followed him. He picked up a short chain and two padlocks, fastening one end to the ring and the other to both of the shackles encasing her wrists.For a few minutes he simply watched her work out the limits of her confinement. He resisted the urge to unzip his fly and force her head down onto him right there and then. There would be plenty of time for that later, he reminded himself.. Up to arrival of Sarika, I drew up all the wastage in one box. I also arrange some sexy posters in the room which may be easily visible. I also told my mom that send Sarika to outhouse to help me. At around 1.30, I heard a knock on the door. I opened the door and it was Sarika in blue saree and a deep neck white blouse. As usual I start staring at her blouse which she is happily showing. I welcome her.As soon as she entered she saw the sexy posters of actresses and asked me, “Shashi you were. Abbey’s face turned bright red as the comments and insults were shouted aloud so that others passing by could hear. Naturally, they looked to see who the comments were aimed at, and this increased Abbey’s embarrassment and humiliation.Abbey realised that this was going to be her daily walk of shame as she passed the construction site on her way to work, but she also knew that she did not want it to stop. The humiliation was making her feel that she deserved to be treated like a street whore,.