So.So. All of... THIS has come about because last night, I gave an order to Flora. She was not to touch you, Jason, until I permitted. It was a simple demand, and easy to follow, but one she chose to ignore. And YOU, Jason, showed rather poor manners in allowing her into your bed, having just met your first love for the first time in many years. Both of you will be paying dearly for that indiscretion during the next several hours. I suggest you meditate on your trangressions while you are undergoing treatment. Hmm. Perhaps I should explain what will be happening." Hours?? thought Flora. I can't believe that. Would she really leave us like this for that long? I can't take another session like that last one, I'll have a coronary! But she knew that she had no choice, and that she could endure an almost brutal level of over-stimulation, if she had to. "Jason, you expressed an interest in Flora's beautiful costume. Let me tell you about it. Under the mask, of course, she is gagged by an inflated balloon of latex, which fills the mouth, and swells the cheeks, and keeps one's slave from annoying you with any distracting complaints. The collar, as I hope you can see, is stiffly boned, forcing her head into the proper position, showing pride in being my slave. You can see that she is tightly corseted and booted. I might add that it has taken quite a while for dear Flora to learn to walk in those six-inch heels. She is quite proud of that ability. Incidentally, her waist measurement is only twenty inches at the moment. |