Seltsame Ger?che durchstr?mten meine Nase. Mein Sch?del dr?hnte, als ob mein Hirn ein Dieselmotor w?re. Erst langsam gewannen meine Sinne wieder an Sc...h?rfe; die Ger?usche wurde definierbar, auch die Ger?che: Es roch nach Teer oder nach Diesel?l. T?uschte ich mich, oder war es real? ? Da war ja wirklich ein Dieselmotor! Kein Zweifel! Endlich hatte mein Verstand begriffen: Ich lag splitternackt, gefesselt und schwitzend in einem muffigen, stockdunklen Schiffsraum. Um mich herum kein Mensch ? nur. As usual Mistress took me to the pub for a late lunch around two. When we returned home, I was told to strip and shower, ready for the evenings show. I reported to my Mistress clad only in leather slave collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. She told me to kneel at her feet, head bowed. ‘Into your cage, bitch’ she said. I turned and crawled on all fours across the bedroom and into the cage. Mistress followed me and closed the iron gate, snapped the padlock shut and left the room. There I was laying. We would not be going to anyplace real fancy, but not something like aBurger Barn thing, so, Donna and I opted for something casual. A dress,finally a dress.Mine was a cute floral pattern with spaghetti straps and a slight V neck,just low enough to show some of my new training bra, which I was dying toshow off. It was one of those dresses that was above my knees in frontand below them in back and looked like a wraparound dress but wasn't.Like Donna, I wore panty hose and one inch pumps. I wore. “You must be knackered babes” Sophie said as we got in the car, her glance was directed at my lifeless shorts which I knew wouldn’t stay lifeless for long as she got in the car forcing her skirt to ride up, MmmShe reached over and grabbed my tackle, “Aww, bless” she sighed with a giggle.“So, how do you like the interview process babes?” she asked with a grin and she could tell by my smile exactly what I thought, “I could get used to it” I said reaching across and giving her a peck on the.