That first appointment, as far back as it was, was Becky's first day on the job. Her Mistress had left very specific instructions with me on what she ...wanted. She was the type of Mistress that didn't wear the horribly constrictive clothing or the 7" heels, but she had no problem turning a sissy in to a feminine nightmare. Ever since that day I've never seen Becky without her restrictive corset and her towering high heels. For Becky's Mistress it was either excessively feminine or nothing at. "No, you are pretty and sexy and fun," He countered as he reached for her knee. His hand was warm and his touch was surprisingly welcome."I, I'm married," Carole stammered weakly. She knew she should leave but her usually rational mind had taken a back seat to something raw and primal. His fingers lightly caressed the smooth flesh of her inner knee and she suddenly felt vulnerable and exposed. She was still in the dress she had worn into her regional office and its hem had ridden way up. The burn was less than 8 feet away when I stomped it out. To be sure, I pulled my combat knife and cut the cord off a couple inches from the burn.I put my phone on movie capture, “Now; who sent you here? Who paid you to set the convention center on fire?”“Shut up, don’t say anything!” Gus yelled.“Marla Snoops,” Dufus replied.“The head of the Mad Matters Group?” I replied.“Yeah, her and Julio Barns were there; he was passing out the money,” Dufus replied.“I told you to shut up!” Gus shouted.I. 'Would you like to touch her', she asked him, referring to my breasts, and he looked nervously around again, 'Sure', he replied, his voice thick.At his admission she thrust her hand through the railing, 'That will be five pound', she said coolly and calmly, adding, 'Be quick before someone comes', and he handed her the money.I went to the railing and lifted my jumper, pushing my breasts through the gaps and he crudely pulled on my nipples, rubbing them against the cold steel.Britney moved in.