Chapter Ten
Dressing Andrea for the ride home is a simple task. It basically involves clipping in place her gaudy rhinestones, assuring her scrotal bell is returned and then supervising as she steps into her high heels and properly entwines the straps about her calves.
“May I have covering please?” the my maid’s beseeching words come as Johnny clicks closed the small padlocks to return her to chastity.
I pause in thought as Marsha hands me an oversized towel.
“There are neighbors about. You can return it next week.”
It’s disappointing to offer such modesty, but it is midday and as much as I enjoy seeing my naked servant reel in the abject humiliation of exposure to onlookers, it is probably best. Despite the awareness of many of Marsha’s neighbors there may be those not in the know.
