Last weekend I decided to go to the mall to buy a swim suit and began looking for my smallest plug. I had recently cleaned house on some of my sex toy... and realized that I only had a large plug that made my butt too bloated and full looking to properly try on bikini bottoms. I thought about going without, when I realized that one of my girlfriends had recently left an open pack of ping pong balls in my garage. I went out and grabbed 4 of them, but thought that might be too ambitious for a first. Before she could continue, her secretary interrupted her, telling her she had Wayne Hiller on line three. Alexis smiled at me, as she picked up the phone.“Yes Wayne, what can I do for you?” she said.She listened intently for several minutes, her facial expressions not changing at all, which could not be a good thing. Then all at once she smiled and spoke into the phone.“Let me run it by my client, I will get right back to you.” she said, hanging up the phone.“I didn’t expect this at all. They. It smelled of musk. I was humiliated as I hovered over the litter pan going to the bathroom. No toilet paper no wipes I had to use the sheets. I spent the day wondering what happened. I had no idea what time it was, there was no windows in the dungeon. In the far corner from the cage was a wall less shower. A toilet. Torture devices every where . Shackles on the walls. It was a dungeon.I heard the door open. Daddy stood the smiling. Asking how I was. What the fuck is going on I asked. Two. On the first occasion, a man came quite close and said 'hi' as he passed and I just raised my head and nodded as I lay on my tummy. A couple passing by also gave me a wave and I waved back , apart from that it was an uneventful two hours...though very enjoyable.The next week I went to the same spot and only saw people at a distance , again a good 2-3 ejoyable hours...so much so that I went the next day.This time I went through my usual routine , parking close to the cinder path leading to the.