“We will need different stockings, I think. Do you have any seams with a darker red contrast seam?” Mistress asked the assistant in matter-of-fact tone, after I had returned from the changing rooms, back in my original leather skirt and top.
Changing in a female changing room with just curtains was another test. I tried very hard not to glance at the very attractive young blond, who was trying on a figure-hugging micro-dress in the cubicle opposite. Even the merest side glance, resulted in more pain in my c**k, from the tight bands of the harness.
Mistress had made a surprise visit into the changing rooms at one point and was admiring me through the crack in the curtain. My guess was that she had done this, to make sure, I wasn’t giving anything away, which I hoped I hadn’t.
“Well done,
