climaxed and her pussy flooded, the tablet would dissolve and voila, it wouldn't need much of a detective to figure out what had happened. Damn, but the egg felt good inside her. It stretched her wide and she could feel its presence when she clenched. It was a deliciously wicked feeling. She sighed. If only the Easter Bunny could have found such good hiding places for his eggs. Her previous smile had turned rather brittle.
'Right ladies, let's tidy up and let our guest get some rest.'
While the others busied themselves with the cleaning and laundry, MG picked up the white collar and buckled it firmly into place, ignoring Jenny's groan of protest. She then produced a pair of leather items, which looked like mittens. It was August and what she'd want with mittens was anyone's guess, but each to their own, thought Jenny. Some people took their fetishes very seriously.
'These,' MG walked towards Jenny with the mittens swaying in her hands, 'are for you.'
No thanks, thought Jenny. She was warm enough already and she happened to be the naked one in the room.
'They will ensure those hands keep out of mischief. We wouldn't want an accidental orgasm, now would we?'
Gosh, wouldn't that be terrible? Jenny longed to let the sarcastic words drip from her lips but the bit between her teeth wasn't much for conversation. In turn her hands were picked up from the floor and fitted with a mitten. They slid on easily, her hands still slippery from the moisturiser they had used. When the silver buckles were fastened tightly around her wrists, making sure there would be no way of releasing them without the help of another, they were fastened behind her back with the help of a handy karabiner. She wanted to scream. Escape had yet another obstacle in its way.
'Have we cheered you up yet?' said MG, with an enigmatic smile on her lips.
Hardly, thought Jenny, and was annoyed that she couldn't smile witheringly at the annoying Ms Bossy Boots. MG must stand for Mean Girl.
'We've been shoe shopping,' piped up Polkadots, who was batting her eyelashes and wearing an enormous smile. 'Well, they're boots really, but you're going to love them!
Why did Jenny expect that not to be the case?
Poppy opened the long cardboard box which rustled with mountains of tissue paper and revealed a pair of lace-up, black leather boots. The delight on the girl's face was obvious. The horror on Jenny's was equally evident. They had hooves attached to the bottom of them. But that wasn't even the worst of it! There was also a shiny metal horseshoe on the underside of each, which Polkadots displayed proudly.
'Aren't they wonderful?' She had an excited little twinkle in her eye. 'They're murder to balance in, but you'll get the hang of it eventually. We all did. It's a bit like wearing high heels, without the heel.'
The boots had been shaped to mimic a horse's hoof as accurately as possible. They would elongate the wearer's calf and add several inches to their height. Yet another trick in Albrecht's stable with which to animalise their captives. Jenny shuddered, but Polkadots carried on, oblivious to the mounting tension in the room.
'You'll look a million dollars in these babies,' she whispered.
'Stand up,' barked MG, polite as ever.
Jenny abruptly stood up and waited for the terrible things to be slowly fastened up her calves. She needed the support of two women to balance while the fitting took place, and it took some considerable pushing and pulling in order for the rubberised boots to slot into place. When the women finally pulled away she nearly tumbled headfirst into the bench, but several hands caught and steadied her.
'Try a couple of steps,' said Poppy, encouragingly.
One hundred teetering, tottering steps later and Jenny had just about mastered how to walk in a very slow and very laborious fashion. Whilst the boots weren't actually uncomfortable, it would be nearly impossible to walk at a reasonable pace in them. She had been very effectively hobbled. No
'Right ladies, let's tidy up and let our guest get some rest.'
While the others busied themselves with the cleaning and laundry, MG picked up the white collar and buckled it firmly into place, ignoring Jenny's groan of protest. She then produced a pair of leather items, which looked like mittens. It was August and what she'd want with mittens was anyone's guess, but each to their own, thought Jenny. Some people took their fetishes very seriously.
'These,' MG walked towards Jenny with the mittens swaying in her hands, 'are for you.'
No thanks, thought Jenny. She was warm enough already and she happened to be the naked one in the room.
'They will ensure those hands keep out of mischief. We wouldn't want an accidental orgasm, now would we?'
Gosh, wouldn't that be terrible? Jenny longed to let the sarcastic words drip from her lips but the bit between her teeth wasn't much for conversation. In turn her hands were picked up from the floor and fitted with a mitten. They slid on easily, her hands still slippery from the moisturiser they had used. When the silver buckles were fastened tightly around her wrists, making sure there would be no way of releasing them without the help of another, they were fastened behind her back with the help of a handy karabiner. She wanted to scream. Escape had yet another obstacle in its way.
'Have we cheered you up yet?' said MG, with an enigmatic smile on her lips.
Hardly, thought Jenny, and was annoyed that she couldn't smile witheringly at the annoying Ms Bossy Boots. MG must stand for Mean Girl.
'We've been shoe shopping,' piped up Polkadots, who was batting her eyelashes and wearing an enormous smile. 'Well, they're boots really, but you're going to love them!
Why did Jenny expect that not to be the case?
Poppy opened the long cardboard box which rustled with mountains of tissue paper and revealed a pair of lace-up, black leather boots. The delight on the girl's face was obvious. The horror on Jenny's was equally evident. They had hooves attached to the bottom of them. But that wasn't even the worst of it! There was also a shiny metal horseshoe on the underside of each, which Polkadots displayed proudly.
'Aren't they wonderful?' She had an excited little twinkle in her eye. 'They're murder to balance in, but you'll get the hang of it eventually. We all did. It's a bit like wearing high heels, without the heel.'
The boots had been shaped to mimic a horse's hoof as accurately as possible. They would elongate the wearer's calf and add several inches to their height. Yet another trick in Albrecht's stable with which to animalise their captives. Jenny shuddered, but Polkadots carried on, oblivious to the mounting tension in the room.
'You'll look a million dollars in these babies,' she whispered.
'Stand up,' barked MG, polite as ever.
Jenny abruptly stood up and waited for the terrible things to be slowly fastened up her calves. She needed the support of two women to balance while the fitting took place, and it took some considerable pushing and pulling in order for the rubberised boots to slot into place. When the women finally pulled away she nearly tumbled headfirst into the bench, but several hands caught and steadied her.
'Try a couple of steps,' said Poppy, encouragingly.
One hundred teetering, tottering steps later and Jenny had just about mastered how to walk in a very slow and very laborious fashion. Whilst the boots weren't actually uncomfortable, it would be nearly impossible to walk at a reasonable pace in them. She had been very effectively hobbled. No
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