Chapter Three
The Perfect Marriage
“Slut-boy! I’m home!”
Hurriedly I mince out in my five-inch heels, taking quick, tiny steps because of the stainless steel ankle shackles that hobble me. As usual, I’m practically naked. All that my Mistress allows me to wear are sheer pink stockings and garters, a padded brassiere and of course my body-piercings, big inserted butt-plug, handcuffs, locked-on neck collar and the almost worn-out leather and steel chastity belt that imprisons my little sissy-worm. Over this last device is a frilly, lace-trimmed French maids’ apron, and atop my perfectly coiffed hair is pinned the matching cap. Other than that my slender, five-foot four-inch body is completely bare, with every last bit of unsightly hair meticulously removed. The heavy makeup Mistress likes
