It was a short-sleeved nightshirt, with only two buttons left – and those wouldn’t stay closed. Her breasts, round and full, peeked through the op...n front – and it fell loosely to her knees. Washed many times over the years, the cotton worn thin – he loved to caress her through the material. She pulled on violet satin thongs, covering just the bare minimum. A little sexy… And then two strands of pearls. One with an amethyst pendant – a deep purple pear shaped stone surrounded by glittering. Finally I moaned deep in my throat, and said I was almost there. A few seconds before I could not hold it any longer I released her breasts and moved my hips up towards her mouth. Deb bent her head down and started stroking me with one hand as the other reached behind me and pulled me even closer.And with about half of my cock in her mouth I came, grunting as I shot my cum into her mouth, moaning her name as I did so. I opened my eyes as the last of my orgasm washed over me and looked down,. He saw. "Most of this is display only." He assured her.In the center of the room, was a large table, three feet off the ground and five feet long, covered in black vinyl with a black Velcro strap at each corner. On top was a large, vinyl covered box."Position yourself on the box, as before." He pointed to the table. She walked to it, and finding a small step, climbed on top. It was thickly padded and she walked on her knees to the box, bending forward at the waist to lay across it. She knew she. Carol and Joy? Wasn't that house owned by Carol's uncle, Ray? Bill did remember that Ray had voluntarily become a bottom at last Saturday's monthly Spanking Party. But, what else had changed?All of Bill's questions were multiplied when they arrived at Carol and Joy's house. He and Ron were led into the house and were greeted by its real owner, Ray. Only Ray was no longer Ray. Ray was standing there in a very subservient position wearing a very skimpy French Maid's uniform. He was totally.