In my shorts, I look like I'm wearing a dress in an oversized tee.I'm at school, and I expect Oscar to approach me but he's busy with hispals. They ar... all busy with their faces glued to their smartphones, likethe rest of the student body.I don't have a smartphone. Well, I have it but it's in my backpackbecause I don't have any friends to communicate with.The bell rings and we are ushered in to the assembly. This school boardlady talks about their goals blah-blah-blah, then our goals. No more flats or sneakers for the time being. And you'll need to carry a purse from now on when we're out together. For now no one will notice."The Maitre D' came over. "A party of two, or are you expecting others to join you?" Others?! The thought flashed across my mind that this whole dinner might be another setup. A terrified pang pierced my vitals! "Monica!" I whispered, not trusting my voice, pleading."No, just the two of us tonight," she told the Maitre D'." Then to me, seeing my face,. It's what got me into the mess I was trying to scramble out of. The deadly cocktail of risks in my day job and incurable addiction to dangerous women was a potent combination I knew I had to overcome. Just… not today.Meredith, it seemed, was trying to surpass some previous personal best. She slurped and sucked wetly, my fat cock head hammering the entrance to her narrow throat on each down stroke. She coughed a little but, all credit, never stopped. I gritted my teeth and hung on to keep us. “Punish me.”Her collar immediately activated, turning into a ring of light around her neck. From the ring stretched black ribbons, wrapping around her torso over and over again in complex knots. Known as the tortoise shell formation, they formed a net across her body like a spider web. She didn’t feel anything from the ribbons; they were fairly loose. It was awkward and embarrassing, sure, but not painful or even very unpleasant. About to think that she had lucked out, she gagged as the ribbons.