She had such a soothing sexy voice. I could only imagine what her kisses tasted like, or how it would be to feel her breasts. She sat opposite from my... vantage point. I watched intently as her dress opened and closed as her legs moved when she talked. Each movement gave me a glimpse of her silky smooth inner thighs. At one point, I was certain she saw me crouched behind the chair, staring at her. If she did, she never let on. But interestingly enough, after the glance my direction, she shifted. Even more that my Mistress friend, i lived withfor a few weeks.Here is what has happened since arriving here. A new friend, a greatLady now holds the "Keys" to the chastity belt. All underpants havebeen replaced with panties and i have signed up for lessons from "Houseof Sissify. With training bras add (one being padded) and shaving... iam almost trapped. Forced to live my fantasies... i am allowed out ofthe chastity when it amuses the Ladies. But always back in, within afew days. My apartment. All three of my officers saluted me. They held the salute, watching me as I got to my feet. I straightened my back and returned the salute.“Carry on,” I said as I dropped the salute. Chaz and Kelsey immediately lowered their hands. They moved past me and headed for the door. Warren held his just a moment longer before dropping his salute.“I’ll back you up if Captain Prescott tries to cause a problem,” he said before turning and following the others out of the room.Lenore grabbed me as I started. Her fingers sneak beneath her panties and dip themselves inside her desperate slit. "Oh fuck…" Stacy squeaks. She can't remember the last time she was this wound up. Becca… wet… horny… Becca... Stacy slides her fingers deeply inside her pink cunt as dirty thoughts fill her brain. She brings her glistening fingers to her face. The scent steams off her hand and wafts into her nose. The intensity of her pheromones dazzles her senses. Stacy always worries she's weird for finding the smell of her.