"I am tired of these ratty, out of style clothes that I have, and if he doesn't care what I do all day, then I am going to go shopping and spend his m...ney!" she said with a surprising air of defiance. "He NEVER lets me spend anything on new clothes."All I could think was, "Oh boy. Been there, done that. Hang on! Here comes a train wreck." So, we went to the mall. It wasn't like the scene in the movie Pretty Woman, nor was it as expensive as the shops on Rodeo Drive, but we went to an upscale. Walking would be extremely painful for the wearer as they would be forced to do so on the tips of their toes with their feet held in the en point position. Luckily for her, she did not have to worry about that at this time as her legs were folded and fused to her thighs with thick leather straps. It forced her to sit on her heals with her knees spread wide as she knelt in front of the woman who had entombed her in this fashion. The Dominatrix stepped closer to her victim. The left hand reached. We, actually more like I, decided to start looking for a suitable woman to join our bed. Surprise, surprise, it was next to impossible to find a bisexual girl. I even considered hiring a ‘professional’ to join us, but my wife was 100% opposed to that. She said it was too dirty for her, and she wouldn’t consider spending a single penny on a ‘cheap whore’.So, we were back to the drawing board when one morning before work my wife commented, “Why does it have to be a woman for a threesome? Why. So beautiful. He felt himself growing harder and harder. She noticed as well. Her eyes grew wide as she watched his jeans begin to bulge. “Perfect,” he smirked. “So cute, just like a good little girl. Sweet little pig tails, clean white socks, even your dirty little knees. Are you ready to be fucked little girl?” “Yes, Sir,” she whispered like he ordered her. “Get down on your fucking hands and knees,” he ordered her. “Crawl over here.” She dropped quickly again to the dirty floor and.