You can wear pants, but hose, nosocks. Wear medium heels. There will be a lot of walking."She helps me get dressed. She makes sure my corset is tig...t. She alsomakes me wear a padded panti girdle that she brought me. "We will begetting you some skirts and jackets, and we need to make sure they fit."She helps me with makeup. She shows me how to be subtle. I don't looklike I am going to a party. Now I just look like a girl going shopping.I tell her that I have never been out before. If. Jiggling under her shirt.She looked shocked and worried. The sales rep I that had ushered me through the process said to me quietly: “Your slave was complaining about the sale amount, apparently it will barely cover tuition, I had to remind her the contract is binding”I looked at her across the room where she was being chained up for me and had a thought. I turned to the rep and thanked him slipping him a $500.00 tip.She hobbled after me across the parking lot. I opened the trunk with my remote. The depth of her NEED for him frightened her. Her heart was pounding so loudly that she couldn't hear anything else. All she could smell was Johnson, the taste of him still filled her mouth, All she could touch was him and now, pressing into her most private area was his cock. Only four small, thin strips of cloth kept her from taking him into herself. She knew that if she were naked, she would willingly take his dick into her body - and she'd love it. But she couldn't! She didn't want to get. It's part of their nature. If you know how a broad's mind works, you can get them to do anything, and, though they'll feel terribly afflicted, they'll do it all; just to feel that affliction. Stupid bitches.So Susie, innocent Susie who once only had screwed her old boyfriend when I came into her life, went out onto that floor, among all the men in that room, leading Rover on a leash; she, bare-ass and with her beautiful tits bouncing, Rover with the hard-on of his life. She beamed right and.