No one knows anything about you. You get us a birthday present. You give us subtle hints that our anniversary is approaching. The only fact we knew ab...ut you was that you weren't married and you drive a beat-up pick up that probably has 100,000 miles on it."We don't know your birthday or if you have children. We don't know if you like beer or whisky. We don't know if you like pepperoni or mushrooms on you pizza. We don't know where you go or what you do when you leave the office. The only. “Don’t I get one, too?” I asked. “I am your slave for the weekend.”“I didn’t know if you were willing to be led around in public,” slut said, holding out another collar and leash. “Walking naked with a Master and Mistress isn’t quite the same as being led through a crowd on a leash.”“She would know,” I thought to myself as I stepped up to Mistress June and tilted my chin up. The collar felt slightly cold as Mistress wrapped it around my neck, but then it suddenly felt very hot when she clipped. Inside, was a pair of black Speedos with a white puffball sewn on the rear and a pair of Playboy Bunny ears. It was his little Playgirl Bunny outfit. They all laughed as he pulled them from the box and continued to remind him of the Christmas tradition. So, he went into the bathroom and changed into them.Eric was not embarrassed by the way he looked in them. He went to the gym three times a week and his six-foot frame looked good enough to grace any underwear ad. However, wearing this in front. ?Can you help me?? she begged.Melinda smiled – a smile that confirmed Amanda was quite content with her lot as a ponygirl and as a submissive slave to her master. ?Not in the way that you want, Amy, but let’s get you cleaned up.?She was taken for a cold shower that only served to make her nipples even more erect. Melinda was an expert massager and soon Amy was pristine, completely clean. Melinda couldn’t resist that delectable, inviting bottom and playfully slipped a finger up it when she was.