A lacy double-D-cup bra filled with foam falsies, bikini panties,stockings and ultra-high heels became a daily fixture in my sartorialsplendor. Instea... of a garter belt, my stockings were affixed to thegarters of a steel-boned lace-up corset. As a final reminder of my newstatus, she required me to use and enema bag and nozzle to flush my'pussy' clean and sweet every morning, then fill myself with a large,lubricated butt plug.In the past, I had never made any secret of my appreciation for. I willingly and without duress give that up. My life is about having her life work.’ ‘God! No wonder Donna loves you. I believe you mean everything you just said.’ Mrs. Wells said. A tear slid down her cheek. Donna shed a few tears but never broke eye contact while I spoke. It was quiet around the table. No one had eaten any of the lasagna, yet. Mr. Wells used the hot pads and lifted the lasagna. He took a good sized piece and put it on his plate. He held the lasagna for Donna and she took half. After the weeks here with only having to pleasure a few in the dirtytent she occupied instead of being displayed as before the thought ofgoing back to that was more than she could bear.She had seen the barrier grow solid and the ruins disappear each timesomeone entered and late one night after the others were sleeping sheslipped away into the brush near the entrance and waited until nearlydawn for it to appear again. She moved as quietly as she could towardthe walls. She had seen the battered. ‘Nah, I’ve got a date.’ I said nonchalantly. ‘Reba?’ Paige’s eyes narrowed. She could overhear Brad’s voice and I should have seen this coming. ‘No way, I’ve got a new girlfriend.’ I told him without being over eager. ‘BAM’ I mouthed to Paige. She nodded. ‘What’s she like?’ ‘Hot brunette. Long legs, nice rack, great ass, beautiful face.’ Paige sat looking at me with an I-can’t-believe-you-just-said-that look on her face. ‘Nice. You always go for the ones with nice asses.’ Paige silently.