Chapter Eight
Servitude At The Knees Of Four Dommes
“Right Machin, let’s get you ready to party!” I must have dozed off eventually. She opened the cage door and led me to a chair. Still in the heels. I walked gingerly as strength and feeling came back into my muscles and joints.
Mistress started by replacing the double layer tights and stockings for the new stockings with a burgundy contrast seam and top. They were even silkier than the ones I had on before. They oozed expensive class.
I could feel this silky sensation, through my skin, now smooth and hairless. The irritable reaction from the waxing had settled and my skin was looking healthy, where there had been no beating.
Mistress then pulled the c**k harness straight and tightened it a little. I realised my thong was off and gues
