Oh!” Mom said, looking over at their guest. “Did Laura tell you about her little cooking adventures?”Laura looked up, shrinking down into her se...t a little and shaking her head slightly. “It wasn’t anything impressive like an adventure, I just made some omelets. And we had cupcakes for dessert.”Alaina glanced over towards the sink and stove. I hope I don’t have a lot of dishes to... The sink was empty, the stove was cleared, and the countertops all seemed to have a faint sparkle. Even the pots. "She planted her feet on the floor defiantly. I jerked on the leash till she understood her untenable situation. She wasn't in charge anymore. Her eyes were pleading but she followed reluctantly, every few feet wiggling her ass ... the butt plug still irritating her anal hole.Our ride down in the elevator was quiet. She shifted from one foot to the other nervously, her eyes staring at the floor.Out of the elevator, she walked ahead of me hurriedly, seeking the privacy of my car. She appeared. She then gave me a thourul explanation of what each toy was, what it could do etc.I told her to get naked with her back turned on me. I shufled through the toy and found some interesting things for her, rope, gags, dildos, and the same latex suit she had been wearing last time!-Put this on!-Ok.I got a hard-on as she put on the latex suit, its cleavege was down to just below the breasts, it shoved of the legs and the arms, perfect.I told her to lie on the bed with her hands on her back.As I got. No, she wasn’t here for lingerie, but something more emphatic. She continued to the back of the store where she spied more provocative items — leatherwear, corsets, bustiers. There was a world of possibility here, each item unleashing visions of potential. As Abby strolled through the store, she found herself surprisingly engaged where a few months before she would have been mortified, shuddering at the symbolism of such items — submission, degradation, objectification. Now she now considered.