Do I make myself clear!" Yes, ma'am," James replied. He wished he could fight back a little more,but she had him over a barrel."Now, since you need a ...ittle more, shall we say punishment, rules fordress, you will do the following: you must always be well made-up; youwill always wear a slip or petticoats and seamed stockings; when enteringmy office or Susan's, you will curtsey; and, I want to be able to hearyou coming, so you will wear heels at all times. Oh, and I would like youto get better. Crimson. Make sure it does not get out of hand. Let us know when you are ready to deliver." We will," Ray said and cut off the connection.Glancing over at his wife, she was still sleeping. A faint smile caressed her lips. She was still wearing her brass collar but all other bindings were gone. Even though the twins were mummified and therefore couldn't escape, it just made sense to keep his partner in crime available to help if he needed it.The clock beside their bed showed 7:42 and the. Maybe even around thecondo complex." I know, I know," she said. I smiled at the whine in her voice. Shesounded so young, so girlie, so desperate. "But I was thinking justhow fucking cool it would be for me to have a live-in audience for twoor three solid days. And there's that I'm-not-supposed-to part of thewhole Tommy thing, you know? That taboo thingy I was talking about." Are you sure that's all you're looking for in Tommy? A fun showoffaudience?"Her eyes grew round. "Of course! What. . I KNEW this as a child the way one looks to the sun, and knows it will set at the end of the day. Grandmother and I shared every secret. I seemed to have been hardwired at birth to know how to keep secrets. Grandma knew this about me, and over the years I learned amazing things about her that she had never told anyone but me. Grandmother taught me things. I told Grandmother the entire story, and pulled down the jockey shorts I was wearing to show her how I could suck my own dick. I had told.