", we had an agreement for the week. Now, I need you to strip off like a good boy so Clarice can get some pics for me. Ok?"
"Look, a bet's a bet...but this is a bit permanent, you know? I mean involving Clarice and having photos and all..."
"I'm coming over there." Click.
A short while later, there's a knock at the door and Clarice lets in to the meeting room, locking the door behind her.
"Now. I'm here. I'll take the photos and Clarice will step out for a minute, ok?"
"O...ok."
"Clarice, if you'll excuse us for a minute, please?"
Clarice steps out looking annoyed.
"Now, clothes off, slave boy."
You remove your clothes leaving you naked except for the thong and collar.
takes a few pictures of you posing standing straight against the wall, sitting at the table and lying down in a couple of poses on the table.
She has you move to the corner and takes a comical shot of you hiding behind a potted plant in the corner with just your upper body peeking out of the foliage.
She quickly steps over to the door and opens it, letting Clarice in.
Clarice steps quickly in, locking the door behind her and smiling over her victory at seeing you in distress.
"Now, she's seen you. So, if I ask her to help me during the rest of the week, it won't be a problem, will it?"
She's totally won. Photos and Clarice involved!
"What do you think, Clarice?"
Clarice steps over to you and looks you over like she's appraising a prize bull at an auction. She gently strokes your right bum cheek, following the curves of the leather thong before gently tracing her way to your cock, stroking it ever so softly through the sheath.
The sensation is weird. You can feel her touch, but it's muffled and irregular because of the sheath. Your cock was already erect from the photo session, but her attentions have made it harder and made it rub a bit against the inner nubs of the sheath.
"Now, , you need to make this up to Clarice. Clarice, what would you like our little slave boy to do for you?" |