My first thought was, how can they justify a price tag of seventy-five pounds, for a red plastic catsuit, a devil's horn headband? "Can I try it on?�... I asked.“You’ll have to try it on in the stock room, our changing room has no lights, the bulb has blown.” She said with the charm of a postage stamp.She led me through the racks of clothes to the stock room, and with another cheesy grin showed me the door. The stockroom was no bigger than a cupboard, and to make matters worse the room was. Where was she going to put them now? She pinched me around my body with the clamps for a while, leaving red marks all over me. She then went on to put the clamps on my ball sack.This time it really hurt, and I shouted in pain. Slap, right across my cheek and I stopped shouting. She put on 2-3 clamps on my ball sack as I kept on begging her to take it off. Then she kissed my lips, the first romantic thing she did since I have been her slave, but nothing was without a kink. She bit my lips at the. “Next year when you are captain,” he said, “you will be able to have sex with one or more senior colorguard members.”Peter proceeded to educate me on how to choose my girls wisely.I walked out of the kitchen to the marching field. For the rest of the camp, as well as the school year, all I could think about was how I would choose the girl I would lose my virginity to. The next year, I was a senior drummer on my college marching band. As fortune smiled on me, my fellow bandmembers recognized. Then I felt it, someone was looking at me. When I look up, there he was, the man of my dreams, right in front of me, but I had to make sure and whispered his name. Right there he took me in his arms and held me close until my sisters gave some uncomfortable coughs as people was starting to stare. He couldn’t stay however as he was on duty- his colleagues were waiting for him with amusement on their faces. He gave me his address for the following week to come visit him- that’s why I’m here now… .