Chapter Twelve
The Bra
Initially, true sleep was out of the question and I drifted in and out of awareness for the rest of that day and parts of the night that followed, completely overwhelmed by what had been done to me; knowing without a doubt that there was more to come. The next day started as they always do now, with her feeding me breakfast after she’d helped me with bathroom stuff and dressed me for the day, wearing the same costume as I had the day before. I wasn’t looking forward to it in any way. Every time I moved I felt the newest so-called ‘jewellery’ tugging at my flesh and could not stop the instinctive shudders and despairing moans of humiliation and embarrassment that rose unbidden from my soul.
Until now, I’d always enjoyed the sensations of wearing tight bras, and too
