”“Changing the subject, what are you wearing to work today?"“My blue dress, you know the one, the one by Coast.”“I know, you look fab in it,...but what about underwear?”“Pants, bra and black M&S tights. Why, darling, what were you thinking?”“The Vanity Fair panties I brought you from Chicago or even better the cream lingerie and hosiery I bought you in Paris at Christmas.““Well...”“And your black high heeled boots. Nobody else except us will know what a vixen you are, wearing sexy lingerie. She needs to be eager to please, eager to show off, eager to do just about any perverse sexual thing that she is told to do without question and hesitation. She needs to love sex, being used sexually, and love getting people off. This isn't quite the same as having a slave mentality, but for our purposes she should be eager to give pleasure without reciprocation. One of the best attitude assistants in my mind is a chastity cage. Chastity goes hand in hand with being a sissy bitch. Keeping a. I also hadn't had a lot of time to spend with Mark. I hung out with James every now and then, but to my knowledge, he still had no idea about anything that went on with his father. We mostly hung out outside of his house, so I didn't get to see Mark too much. If I did, I definitely would have made some advances on him. Finally, one day after Swim practice James came up to me in the locker room and hit me with some exciting news. He was actually dating a girl for the first time in a while,. She has a tattoo of a mandala on her wrist and wears long, funky earrings."Nope, I'm not a cop." What is it you want?" Greek," I say."Greek? In Knoxville?" she asks, a coy smile forming."Greek. How much?" Two hundred."She sighs and turns as if denying the deal. But her hand is at her hip, open. I plant two hundred-dollar bills in her palm."Okay, come on. Follow me." Completing the transactionShe leads the way, and I follow. Her delectable ass sways under her short, tight skirt. She's the Pied.