Ass?”“We’re on a quest, Borna. Complimenting is all I can do right now,” Rhys said, his eyes sparkling.She blushed furiously. “How about we ...ry and watch out for traps or the like?”Rhys looked around. “Considering the amount of plundered alcoves, I would think that any grave robbers would have tripped them before us. Twice over, at least.”“Remember that room under Storm Harbor,” Borna cautioned. She peered into a doorway. “Odd.”“What?” Rhys joined her and illuminated the room she had looked. I turned to her, my mouth openingand closing but no words coming out. Marla set her jaw and dared mewith her look to refuse. My shoulders sagged as I picked up the frillygarment and stepped into it. When I had the panties on she giggled atme and made me walk around for several minutes, insisting that I displaygood posture. Then I got into the rest of the humiliating attire. Mywife donned a tank top, long running pants, and a brief jacket, whichshe zipped halfway up. All of her clothes. ”“So you want me to be a patsy with the pitchers.”“No. That isn’t you. Just add three words to your vocabulary—‘you can do it.’”Laughing, “That’s four words.”Happily, “That’s the first time I saw you laugh.”“Just don’t tell my parents, OK?”“Maybe I should be asking why, but I won’t. I’m just thankful we had this conversion. By the way, can I see the pictures after practice?”Laughing, “For a sissy, you’re way cool.”“I accept the complement. But if you call me a sissy in front of the others I’ll. McGregor sent Stuart back to his room he was sniffling and hisass was a bright red color.Mrs. McGregor said, "I highly recommend you bind his hands each time youexercise him.You can't allow any freedom to touch you, and it deepens hissubmissiveness." Of course, dear."For the next two weeks Mrs. McGregor had Stuart repeat the exercise,either herself or Mama gripping his head between her thighs, handsbound, her skirt covering his head. Then she had one of the house maidssit beside him and play.