.." the dark blonde pronounced. "I hear girls have a hard time being calm and rational," Ernie said. "That's because of all those female chemicals in ...hem," Chip said. "Good. If I have that junk in me, now, I don't have to be calm and rational, 'cause I certainly don't feel that way." "Sit down, all of you!" the tall man said, not sitting down, and towering over them. The three girls reluctantly obeyed. Chip rose, before he'd finished sitting. "I can't sit in these jeans! They dig in the wrong. I barely felt the injection, but the sensation of my legs buckling was real enough, and the three of them lifted me onto the low table.I felt them manipulate my legs as I lay face down, lashing my ankles to my upper thigh.then the cool feel of the leather as they slid the new boots over my knees.I felt a buzzing and realised with surpise that an electric stitching machine was actually stitching the boots together around me, and then the younger girl covered my hands in talcum powder and slid. " A woman greeted her - apparently the shopkeeper. Sara's face turned bright red as she took a look at her. The woman was wearing a see-through dress showing off her impressive bust and her lack of underwear - no bra, no panties, nothing."Do you like what you see?" The woman asked her and Sara realized that she had been staring at the woman's breasts. Her face turned even redder while the woman laughed. "No need to be embarrassed, my dear. If I didn't want people to look I would not be wearing. I was collared and Master’s slave. That didn’t afford me a very high place, even in the house. Now he called me his Peanut. He was starting to show a tiny bit of affection toward me. Don’t get me wrong. I love the tingles I get as he calls me that name. However, such things could make me get lazy and start to think I might be special. I wasn’t, and I searched out ways to constantly remind me of my status and not say or do anything outside my appointed role.The only roles that gave me any status.