Though the routine over the next two weeks did not vary, the passage of time was excruciatingly slow for Caile. She grew apprehensive. The thought of being displayed and touched by others continued to arouse her, but she still felt latent shame at the thought of s*x in public.
At last, the designated day arrived. Before the appointed invitation time, Peter gathered Caile and Sigrid in the master bedroom. He had taken Sigrid’s measurements and ordered slave wear identical to Caile’s for her. Each was to be outfitted in black leather waist cinchers, wrist and ankle cuffs, and matching patent leather stilettos. Instead of their regular collars, Peter had collars custom made for them based on one of the covers of the School for Submission graphic novel series he had told them about. They were
