Just stick with me. You can leave your sunnieson if you want too."I got out of the car and started to freak a little. "Relax. Here."She locked her ...rm in to mine and led me into the store. I felt moresecure once we got in. Many of my fears turned into wonder as I lookedat all the pretty gowns.We were walking around and my stupid little mouth had to say something."What is the theme and colors?" She looked at me, somewhat impressedbymy knowledge of things girly. "Well, its a whimsical. ..I've obviously thoughtabout it. Look, in the right circumstances, with the right woman. Ifsomebody was helping me. Maybe. Yes. I'd like to try.HOW OFTEN HAVE YOU DRESSED AND GONE OUT?Except for your demands, I haven't really done that. There was therecent maid instance with Kelli, when they sent me outside twice, whichto be fair I really enjoyed. But otherwise I'd only really been out inmy underwear. I was too scared. Dressing was always a private thing.Sitting here in the food court, I think. . but I like it.' I was surprised that she was going to wear it, remarked that it was rather daring ... but I knew she'd be making an effort, and I knew the reason. The pub, like loads of other pubs all over the country, was taking part in National Cleavage Day, something to do with The Sun newspaper. When Kerry had mentioned it to me a couple of weeks before, she'd wrinkled her nose in disdain: 'Nice.'But she'd warmed to the idea by the time the actual night came around, and was obviously. You feel my body behind you now as I stand tall on my knees behind you, my hands firm on your ass.“I asked you a question and I expect a proper answer!” And with that I raise my hand in the air and bring it down as hard as I can, cupping and cracking against your ass.“Yes, My Queen” you try so desperately to say but I can’t quite make it out earning you another smack, down in the same spot. A welt in the shape of my fingers is quickly begining to raise from your skin…“Yes My Queen!” you try.