I washed everything down and tidied up and crawled back to the living room where my Master was sat playing with his cock.”Excellent” he smiled. �...�Here, look what I have for you”I slipped into the white stockings, six inch lace tops fastened into my pink suspenders belt. A tiny pair of pink see through panties barely covered my hard cock. Hung on the door was a French maids outfit in black PVC. Master stood and zipped up the back for me then kissed my neck. I leant back into his arms. He slipped. Only with hindsight as an adult did I realize it was the best keptopen secret in the world! The taboo subject never to be talked about inmy presence, but no doubt a topic of conversation discussed in myabsence. Looking back as an adult minus my childhood naivety I nowcomprehend all the innuendos and subtle mickey taking I received from mypeers and adults alike, not to mention the unexplainable hostility fromcertain quarters.Within that new found hindsight which comes with maturity of adulthood. My arousal was becoming apparent. Right then she came back into the room and immediately turned to lock the door. I reached around and embraced her as she fumbled with the skeleton key. After briefly testing her nipples, I slid both hands down her sides, under the robe, and stripped off her panties. They caught on her ankle, but she kicked them away decisively. She tried to turn to me, but I nudged her still and began to explore her goodies from behind. Tracing my hands up her soft flanks, I. Looking down while still trying to conceal my groin I saw that they had fastened a leather collar around my scrotum so that my balls were bulgingly exposed. And something like a small box attached to it.“I see you have found my little control toy” Maisy said with a wicked smile on her face. She continued. “What you have got there Mr Hopkins is a converted control collar we fastened to your balls. Originally it was used to stop dogs barking by giving them electric shocks. Course they were.