This week it seemed he would be shopping again, but in no ordinary store.As was the case the week before, he waited until Cheryl left, kissing her goo...dbye, and then immediately starting his obedience. He stripped out of his street clothes and re-dressed himself in dark stockings with garter belts and a pink rubber thong. He leaned over (in front of the webcam set to record video) and filled up his ass with one of his larger plugs. He then turned again, reaching into the panties, to ease his. Naked, exposed like this, I reached my subspace... I was no longer me, I was your plaything, and I accepted this. The pain made me feel alive... the vulnerability made me feel yours, totally at your command. I wanted you to take me so badly, but I knew that it would happen when you were ready, not me.You stood back and looked at me. I had some idea what you saw... a tall, lean body stretched so that my muscles, ribs, and hips were exposed and etched in contrast. My breasts hanging down only. I opened my mouth wide once again and waited.He dropped is pants to the floor and thumbed a softie into my mouth. "Kinda mushy today." I teased him through a cock-filled mouth. He laughed and gave me a playful soft whap on the head.He tasted faintly of soap, but mostly of cock. Mmmm, I love that. It wasn't long before I could feel it swelling and growing, becoming thicker and longer than would easily fit entirely in my mouth. In the process, part of it escaped my lips. The head was pressed. I'm hoping to keep getting leftovers for lunches."He finished chewing his food and offered, "You want to go out to my clubhouse with me this evening? They're having a party and invite prospective members out. Gonna be a bunch of property out there." Property?" I asked."You know, fluff, babes that wear the "Property of" patches. The prez calls 'em comfort hostesses. Come on out." How about I stop in with you and meet your people. I have an appointment later with a friend for some barhopping. Is.