For a while Master allowed me to wear an adult sized little-boy underwear with fire-trucks on it, but after a while He decided even those were too man...ly for a shithead like myself, and made me go to the women’s section of a department store and buy the frilly lace girly underwear I have on now. Under the panties is a diaper. It is wet, as demanded by Master.4) Most elaborate, and expensive of all, is the combination cock-ring tit-clamp devise that I wear. They are tied into a beeper strapped to. ”“She really IS a nice woman once you get to know her,” she said gently. “Unfortunately, we may have given her more than she could handle in one sitting.I looked over at her and sighed. Now I had to fix this. Well I could talk her back out of her catatonic state or I could try giving her a slap to reset her breakers. “Samantha. Can you hear me?” I asked, deciding to try gentle.She nodded mutely, her face strangely blank.It was a start. “Can you tell us how you’re feeling?”“Shock,” she said. Shewore a halter-top cowgirl gingham shirt in red and white checks that wastied into a knot just above her belly button and around her neck. Hercleavage was on full display. She also was obviously wearing a garterbelt holding up her textured black stockings and a pair of beautifulcowgirl boots."Yee haw!" she giggled. "We're going as cowgirl and cowboy to theparty." We are?" I asked, a bit taken back. I'd never worn western clothingbefore and wasn't sure if it was my style. Besides, the. He straightened his coat and stood proud and erect as the engine passed the depot to the water tower. Lefty strained to look through the windows, but could not see the love of his life. He never noticed the brakeman/conductor walking up to him with a somber look on his face. ‘Mister Torrensen?’ ‘Yes. I am Niles Torrensen. I am here to meet Miss Olsen. I don’t see her.’ ‘I am afraid that I have bad news Mister Torrensen.’ ‘She didn’t get on the train? What happened?’ ‘No. She got on in El Paso..