See? That's my chastity sheath: it keeps my sissy clitty tucked back neatly. Yes, it looks like lace, but it feels all thick if I try to play with mys...lf, so I can't come without permission, and sometimes it, well, it sort of pulses and strokes me- it feels so good, Miss! - But of course it always reminds me of my Mistress' ownership.No, of course I didn't want to be a maid, not even for a beautiful woman like Mistress Anne. Well, not at first, anyway. She kept me in very strict bondage, and I. She trimmed my eyebrows and rubbed her stomach againstmy hand resting on the chair armrest. I thought aboutthis for a year, and decided to take a chance. If shecomplained, I could come up with an excuse that my handwas cramping. So I extended my fingers out and lightlyrubbed her stomach. She didn’t move back or yell, but Icould see a little smile growing on her face. So Icontinued.“Looks like I missed a spot,” she said as she leanedforward to cut some hair off my ears. That. I asked if it was important and she paused a moment before saying that it was just some things she used occasionally. I casually mentioned that I hope she hadn't missed using them during the last week. She said when she couldn't find the box she made due without them. It was then that I told her that she could make up for lost time by granting me the favor of taking some photos of her using them. It was then that she knew that I was aware of the contents of the box. At first she said no but I. I almost came in my pants when I saw my wife bent over backward in suraj’s arms, her strapless dress off her boobs, his tongue touching one of her erect nipples. There was one of suraj, his coat off, shirt open, trousers at his knees. Aditi was curtsied in front of him. His huge black cock stood out.Her dainty hand held it, and her open mouth was only an inch from his the big head. Next there was Aditi; dress bunched around her waist, lying on a circular bed with suraj hunched over her, his.