If only I could thrust my hips. My knees are so far apart I could thrust my hips and grind the carpet. Anything to relieve the need. Oh Master, what... are you thinking? Master looks into my eyes and says, "little slut, you did not do as I asked. I am not pleased. You must learn that all of your pleasure is for me and me alone. I want you to tease yourself until I say stop. If you come, it will mean the cane." I do not say a word, ask questions or make any faces. I run my fingers through my. You’re my slut. My dirty little slut.Dinner passes in a blur, you don’t remember what you ordered or indeed what or if you ate, but you do remember drinking more than you should, just to cope with the embarrassment and the shame of everyone knowing what you are.You also couldn’t help looking at the table all the way through the meal at your wet thong just sat there in open view. When the bill came, I placed the thong in the waiter’s hand, and he looked at you with lust in his eyes.A short wait. "Three pair of women's panties" he continued before I could respond tohis question. "Some lingerie company wants me to wear them to test themout. They must think I'm a girl. How weird is that?" You won't believe this, but I got the same thing, three pair ofpanties. How weird is that!?" I lied."Wow."I paused before I said, "Are you going to?" I held my breath as his response would be critical. Depending on how heanswered would determine if my plan would succeed or not."What? Am I going to wear. Tessa now teary eyed, does as the masked man wants and pulls her tits outof her dress and lets them hang down. She isn't wearing a bra. The masked mancups one of the tits and plays with it squeezing it, flopping it and pullingon her nipple. She just stands there with her head hanging trying not to cry.The masked man takes her by the arm and brings her into the house locking thedoor behind him. ?What do you want with us!? Tessa demanded. ?Shut up slut!? The masked man responded. ?Eighter you do.