My doorbell rang one Friday evening and I opened it to find a very pretty, very short, very naked and very busty slave girl standing at my door blushi...ng from head to toe; hands cuffed behind her back, a collar around her neck, a ball gag in her mouth, and a note attached to a chain that hung between her nipple rings (hmm ... those were new).I reached out into the night, grabbed Jane by the arm and pulled her inside just before my neighbor, Mrs. Fuentes, opened her door to let out her cat. Once. Then, two years ago, Lauren said she was tired of sneaking aroundcorners and making sure no one was watching."Do you want me to give up Annie?" he remembered asking."No. I want you to give up Arnie," Lauren had said.Maybe they should have talked to the kids about it first. Maybe theyshould have shown them pictures. Instead, Lauren's idea was to act likeit was no big deal. The two came down for breakfast, and there Anniewas. Her maid's dress as blue with white piping, she remembered. She. "That was lovely Danny, thank you so much."Then she sat down and reached for her champagne, a contented smile on her pretty face again."Jenny?" Yes?" If I get flu again will you give me your body heat like last time?" The dish towel hit me in the face.I heard her getting out of the bath as I was changing into my bathrobe, it's one of a matching his and hers, but up until then the "hers" had never been used and strange as it may sound, I was quite pleased that Jenny was the first one to wear. Damn! Did that just come out ofmy mouth? I must be really tired." So here I am in my sissy room. Well on second thought, it is kindanice. I guess I could get use to it. I can't believe that I was in heroffice for almost three hours. It seemed just like a few minutes. Oh,well, I must have gone to sleep after all, but why am I so tired? Gotto hang up the pretty blue...no not blue...navy blue dress and getready for bed. Need to leave my panties, corset, and bra on, but I cantake these hot hose.