Be that they dress me up in women's clothing, lingerie, diapers, or nothing. Whatever they decide to dress me up in, i am to be contempt with their de...cision. Which is always the case. I do not own my cock, they own it, my cock belongs to them, and to show that they own it, and are dominant over me, they put my cock in a cock cage. One with a detachable bottle at the end for unwanted cum. I am never allowed to touch myself without their consent. If I disobey my mistresses, i am to be punished,. As he gripped the metal that secured her chaffed and scarred wrists, he asked her with a taunting smile, knowing full well the answer, “How long have you worn this slave?”Ariel lowered her eyes and whimpered dejectedly, “Since last Christmas Sir. It was your gift to me for being an obedient little cunt, you said sir.”She remembered that morning, horribly so. It was her second Christmas as his captured, chained up fuck toy. She couldn’t believe she had been locked up that long by him. Snatched. Sure enough, with a smile, Jessica grasped him around the base of his cock, which instantly stirred, swelling. With a lilt in her voice, Jessica said, “You like wearing panties, don’t you Charlie? You like the way they feel.” She slowly stroked his cock with a loose grip.Embarrassed, hanging his head, Charlie mumbled, “I dunno.”“Oh, I think you should admit it. When I came in here, your hard dick was sticking out of my panties and you almost ready to come, weren’t you?”Charlie, fully erect,. But I must admit I am lonely. I don't like going out drinking with mates just for the sake of getting drunk and I don't have a girl friend. Perhaps I am too fussy!I spend a lot of time just standing in my kitchen watching people walking past the house. I like watching people, and in the summer I sometimes go into the local park and sit by the lake and I watch people having fun and I try to guess what they are really like if I got to know them properly. I like to watch people when they are.