He rinsed me inside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold the water for longer than I was accustomed, but never to the point of pain.He rinsed me inside and out, twice more, forcing me to hold the water for longer than I was accustomed, but never to the point of pain. I suspected he knew my limits, and was sure that this was all deliberate and planned on his part. I looked at him to ask what next. "The pain will come later, Alice", he murmured as he rubbed some oil into my skin, careful to barely touch my cunt and ass. It was all quite pleasant, and I felt clean. My arousal was still quiet, my desire there, but in control. It was no longer my control, but Jon's and my lover's. When Jon stopped grooming me, I reached for my sweats, but he said "no, put this on" and handed me a one piece silk teddy, trimmed in lace. It was a dark burgundy red and with an opening at the crotch. The top was loose and had thin satin straps. As I stepped into the garment he said, "wait, take out your nipple ring". I wondered about that, it was something that he and my lover found erotic. I pulled the straps over my shoulders, and realized that it offered no support for my breasts, they swung free underneath. I padded out of the bath, and he handed me a pair of high-heeled slipon shoes in black. "Put these on, too". Finally, he handed me a short curly blond wig. I glanced at myself in a long mirror. I wondered about makeup, surely I needed red lipstick and some dark eyes. Still, I thought I looked good, pivoting in the shoes. It was a costume, not too strange, it just wasn't me. As we went back into the bedroom I was going to ask where my lover was, but Jon started giving me instructions. "First of all, for the rest of the evening you are a high paid whore. Mine. I have paid for you. You will do what I say, no questions. You need to wear this, too" He handed me a large mask made of some soft black cloth, stiffened to fit over my face. I understood why there was no makeup. |