I got a magical feeling, sitting in that cage, pussy locked and ass plugged, knowing Mistress knew I was doing it all for her. That was my reward; the... one thing that kept me going.Time ticked by. I started to panic when I thought about the idea of her getting another naughty pet to replace me. I couldn't stand the thought.I started to cry as I wondered if Mistress cared about me the way I hoped she did. I couldn't ever make a mistake like this again. I had to prove to her how much she needed to. With her toned 130 pound, 5’6" frame and luscious 36C tits, she is always a looker. Over the past year I have at times sensed a certain distance in her especially when it comes to our sex life. I didn’t know whether to attribute it to work, hormones, or what, but she had seemed somewhat distant at times, even during sex. Anytime I address the issues she would shrug it off as nothing.About six months ago she asked me what I thought about a certain trainer at the gym name Brian. Brian stands. I thought about how to get out the house for the rest of the party. I decided that my window would be the best route. I couldn’t wait to get home. When we got home I told my parents I was tired and wanted to get to bed soon. They bought the whole thing. When I got to my room I took my dress off and changed into jeans and a t-shirt, I didn’t even change my underwear since I felt so sexy in them. I was so quiet and was at the park in no time, sneaking out was easy. Simon told me that when he. Always look on the bright side of life… All at once, Melissa really did want to laugh, a desire that only grew as, not content to merely sing, those same singers then whistled the next four bars in keeping with the traditional Monty Python ‘Life of Brian’ ditty. Judging by the look in Matt’s eyes, he too was finding it difficult to keep a straight face. Aunt Ruth tutted. ‘Really!’ she exclaimed, not bothering to keep her voice down. ‘Whatever possessed that man–‘ she waved towards the dapper.