“Shall we go to my room?” he asked her after completing the light refreshment they had ordered. Sowmya nodded, her heart was beating heavily. When... the casting agent had asked her to meet Mr. Shah at the hotel, she was certain that she will need to sleep with him again. But her anxiousness was making her very tensed.The two left the restaurant and then headed up towards Mr. Shah’s room. They took the lift from the lobby and then walked up to his room. Mr. Shah swiped the card key to open the. "Why stop there?" I heard a voice say. Startled, I turned around and the red head was standing in the doorway of the shower. She started walking towards me. "I mean, if you're going to wash off, then wash more than just your chest," she said, still walking towards me. I was stunned. I didn't know what she was getting at or what to do. I just stood there dumbfounded. She approached me and reached down and unbuckled my belt. I was frozen. She unbuttoned my shorts and slid the zipper down. My. Can you really turn yourself on? I know I can. But I also knowthat whatever I feel, my love for Mistress is more important, as is myneed to be Hers.Forever.Between my legs, the hard plastic of the chastity device is in contrast tothe softness of my lingerie. I remember vividly the first time She showedme how to put on the CB-6000. The sound of Her clicking the lock closed,holding the only key in front of me, saying "Sissy maids don't need acock, do they?" And my stammering as I realized that. There were even a few comments about my nipples! I suppose that’s better than hearing people making snide comments but I’m pretty sure I’d rather they all just shut up, or better yet disappear.Mom nodded almost as soon as I came to a stop in front of her and I returned to the booth. For some reason it isn’t as bad when I’m in the booth. That makes no sense. I’m just as visible in the booth as I am when I step out of it with the added humiliation that those people get to watch me put clothes on.