I think the chastity cage has helped me become the bimbo slut that I always dreamed of being. As a final touch I put on pink lipstick that perfectly m...tched my nails. I was now ready. I grabbed a furry white purse with a shoulder strap on the way out the door. I put my cell phone, car keys, cigarettes and nipple clamps in the purse and slung it over my shoulder. It was about a ten minute drive to the motel which was located in a rough part of town off the freeway. I drove under the neon sign. “Lift your skirt up” as I did, she ran her finger over the front of my knickers. Then Annette said, “Oh no Alyson’s home”.She started to get dressed as I made my way downstairs and managed to meet Alison before she’d realised, I’d come from upstairs, 20 seconds later her mum came down. Alison and I got a coffee and we went up to her room and played some records and had a girly chat. After a while I put my arms across her shoulders and we kissed, my pussy was aching, after we’d snogged a while. I went down the stairs, I could hear mom on her phone talking to her workers.I started to get nervous, nervous that the same thing will repeatedly happen, the talk, and no sex, no naked, no masturbating. My heart started to pump harder for each step I took. I went into the kitchen. And my heart skipped a beat. What the fuck? The disappointment slammed my soul away.I was right. She was sitting there talking on the phone with her fucking clothes on. Where is her naked body I loved so much? I felt. I received my orientation, I was interviewed, got the paperworksigned, sealed and delivered and everybody was just so nice. But some of thesnoopy staff and students would gaggle in the hallway outside my door justto get a glimpse of my chains. I would look up, smile and they would all turnbright red, like Scots do when embarrassed, or angry, and turn away. One youngstud even asked me for tea at 3 one day but I turned him down smartly." Isabelfinished tidying up in the kitchen and noticed the.