Home foa light meal and get dressed. The bra, corset and thong from Ann Summers, some new cream holdup stockings and the white chiffon blouse, nicely ...ee thru, but not too obvious with the cream outfit underneath. Finally the little black leather skirt, oh not as tight as last time, must of lost a bit of weight. Looking good if I do say so myself. You better be sure about this girl, soon be time to go and no backing out then, Dammit, no I'm doing this.The doorbell rings, he's a little early,. . graduated High School, went into the service, got out, went to college, got a job ... boooooooriiiiinng! Yup, the all American Average Joe. Then I met Becky. Actually, she backed her car into mine while I was in the store. I came out and this really, really, really cute girl was crying while trying to tuck a sheet of paper under one of my wiper blades.Using my native charm (OK, mostly HER guilt), I got her to sit with me for a coffee. The coffee led to a date which led to more dates, then I. Ask me forpermission slut.” Melissa remarked.“Please mistress. I need to go to the bathroom.” Joancried out in desperation. “Please mistress. I can’thold it any longer.” Tears were rolling from her faceas she awaited the answer.“Go to the john slut but you better be clean when youget back.” Melissa replied to her relief.Joan waddled to the restroom trying to hold her asstight with her hand. Several stalls were alreadyoccupied with women doing lewd. The plug in my ass was becoming more and more obtrusive, and I knew I couldn't bear it any longer. Although my thumbs were still bound, I could reach the easily reach the plug. Taking my courage and the protruding end of the plug in both hands, I carefully pulled it clear.The relief was immediate and enormous, but all too fleeting. Two quite vicious stripes were applied to the lower part of my buttocks. I roared with pain and surprise and bucked on the bed.'Don't move again,' Madame said. I lay.