The car began to move.After what seemed like forever the car began to make several turns snaking its way through back streets before drawing to a stop... The trunk popped open and I got out into a double garage, I went straight to the table in the middle of the second half of the garage. As my new Mistress had instructed online I inserted the ring gag into my mouth. I then cuffed my legs and arms into the cuffs which were connected separately to either end of the garage, there was no longer away. I lifted eachone and resettle, pulled down on the sides, straightened a strap thensmoothed the lace around each cup. It just fit so perfectly andconsidering how much flesh was exposed, it gave good support. Pale skinflowing into black lace then into shiny black satin. The satin brushed theinside of my arms when I reached for the packet of stockings.They were so sheer and light they slid across my smooth skin like smoke.All the skincare was worth it. My hands were actually shaking when I putthe. Dolly’s as gay as a carousel and you’re just her sort.” “I don’t,” I said angrily, “fuck to get work.” “Jolly good.” Thus dismissing my outburst she continued, “Be nice.” Dolly Stern is a legend. I’d seen a lot of her work and the thought of working with her was exciting. “Dolly, meet Cora!” “Flick.” They kissed. “Are you ever off duty?” “Dolly, darling. You know I only ever bring you the best. Get to know each other. I have to circulate. Be good.” And with that, she was gone. Dolly looked me. Mychest and legs have been carefully shaved to remove all traces ofunwanted hair. I am wearing a pearl necklace and alluring danglingearrings. My left hand is sporting both engagement and weddingrings--for this is James' and my pretend wedding night. I am hispretty, demure bride and he is my protective, loving husband!James is holding me in his arms and deep-mouth French kissing me as hishands fondle my thighs, legs and buttocks. My little shemale dick isflat up against my tummy,.