Staying naked, we three trooped off to the kitchen. I had the ladies sit while I whipped up my specialty French toast. While I was making it I remembe...ed back to Janet's earlier comment about my cooking compared to her mother's. Not wanting to start a war in my kitchen I decided to let Grace help me fry some bacon while Janet set the table and poured the juice.After breakfast we sat around the table and started planning the big day when Grace's third finger of her left hand, and mine, would get. But the dominant had found a way, more daring than he had yet to use, to quiet her down.The tiny woman's wrists were pulled back behind her and tied off with one of her own stockings. The other stocking, white with a lacy top, bound her ankles together. Caesar had been sure not to tie the lingerie too tight to her body; it was to hold, not hurt. The man came into the room and sat down on the bed behind his bound Slave. He reached out to test the silk scarf which held her bound wrists and ankles. Iwas dragged into the club, only to see not only the whole fetish scenethere, but also my secretary from work, three girlfriends I'd dumped inthe past and my whole social scene. As I babbled and gabbled, I foundmyself not only following, but getting down on my knees and crawling likea baby. In my head, a mantra kept echoing "Sissybabies always respect andobey women. Sissybabies must always agree with and never contradictwomen, especially their babysitters. Sissybabies crave being. . just for fun ;-) It's very dirty so don't read it if you prefer "vanilla" stories. Let me know if you like it and suggest anything you'd like me to write about.Marie xYou called me at work and asked me to meet you later, and told me to look especially good since you had a special night planned. I wore a black mini dress over black seamed stockings held up by a retro six-strap suspender belt and could barely walk in the high heels I had on. We ended up at a friend's house for a little party..