Mistress Beth moisturises my skin with a gold flecked moisturiser and wraps me in a silk dressing gown, black, land soft like her words.She takes me t...o the makeup room, where she begins with foundation, then mascara, eyeliner, eyeshadow, blusher and lipstick, all the time talking quietly and gently. My wig is auburn and she fits it perfectly, tying it loosely at the back.We admire my reflection. " you are beautiful, and you are mine" she says, my nipples tingle and what I must refer to now as. Purchased for cash in one of the IDs that the Sullivans had. She included online identification in the same name.The second thing, and I would have thought of it myself if Jessie hadn’t suggested it first, was to keep logging onto my compromised laptop. Except now I would be feeding misinformation to whoever was tiptoeing around in my little digital world. I tried to be subtle. Casual complaints about my lack of progress. How I was cutting back my hours. Would probably return to KC.It might do. Really good." His voice cracked on the last word. "Soft." Good," I said, moving so that my lips were right in front of his. "Now see if you can undo it." I beg your pardon?" His eyes had been perpetually wide since he first saw me in the satin and lace nightie, but if it was possible, they boggled just a little more."You need to be able to undo it easily," I explained matter-of-factly. "Otherwise you might spoil the moment. Have you ever unhooked one?"Incapable of lying to mask his. We won’t haul him unless we have to, and we’ll have to sedate him a lot when we do.”“Okay, so what about symptoms? You gave me all those horror stories about them getting sick suddenly and dropping dead, why I brought you on. So you get enough of a look at him yet? What’s the story?”“Take it easy, Morris,” she said. “I haven’t really had a chance to examine him very thoroughly, but my first impression is that he’s in pretty good shape. Now we just need to make sure he stays that way.”He looked.