She knew where this was supposed to go and how it was supposed to work, but the idea of this massive thing stuck into her little hole... It wouldn't f...t! Couldn't fit! Impossible! Nobody could take that! But nonetheless she knew that was where it was supposed to go. She could feel the wetness between her legs, first just as moisture more than as actual wetness, then beads of moisture actually soaked into her own undergarments.She bent over until the head was merely inches away from her face.. It had spaghetti straps and a fitted elastic bodice that hugged her trim figure at the waist. The loose and flattering jagged edged of the skirt moved with Kate as she turned or walked. It came down to her ankles to meet the straps of the open toe red leather sandals on her small and dainty feet. Kate’s hair was pinned up loosely on top of her head with long tendrils escaping to soften the look, and her makeup was artfully applied and correct for a candlelight dinner in a darkened room and. She unscrewed each one as if she were viewingits color for the first time. Finally she chose a shade. As she cametoward me to apply it, I made up my mind that I would ask her for aspecial favor."Mistress, would you do something for me? Would you sit on my lap as youput on my lipstick?"And she smiled and did. She sat right down in my lap. I was hand-cuffedfrom the back, and pinned by her weight in the front. I was absolutelyimmobilized as she looked deeply into my eyes, as if she. The impact was loud and the clamp on the girl?s left nipple was ripped off by the force of the rod. Immediately the girl collapsed and started wailing. Mistress Jane immediately stepped forward and pulled the girl?s arms up again, trying to get her to stand up straight again.Some ?ooh?s? and ?aah?s? emerged from the audience when the sobbing girl was standing up again. The clamp on her right nipple was still in place, with the chain connecting the two clamps now dangling down from it. But her.