“You expect me to wear this?”
“You’re my slave-w***e, but you’re also a lady in public.”
“Not much of a lady without underwear,” I said.
James smiled.
***
I tried to get myself comfortable, but sitting down in the car was probably the worst thing for that. The plugs stuck way, way up inside me and, if it weren’t for the enema James had given me, I don’t know what I might have done if I had to go to the bathroom. But that’s why he cleaned me out, so I wouldn’t have to worry about trying to remove the chastity belt. Not that I could anyway because two little, shiny locks made sure that the belt stayed in place. Both plugs also vibrated, and James made sure of that before I left. They also buzzed me when I sat at a red light, thanks to the little programming he set on both. They would go
