A single tear traced a ragged path down my cheek ruining my once perfect make-up. My shoulders slumped as if they were bearing the weight of the world as the full impact of my situation hit home. Angela came over to see if the dryer was too hot. I smiled and told her everything was ok and that I was fine. Angela checked my hair wrapped tight on the rollers. She said, "Looks like youre done, lets go back to my chair and Ill finishing making you

With Susans help I slithered back into my little black dress. It fit a whole lot better now with my smaller, sexy waist. Perched back on top of my heels I scampered out of the store and across the sidewalk to the open door of the limousine fully expecting to finally be with Suzanne. A tall raven-haired beauty invited me to have a seat. She introduced herself as Stephanie, Suzannes sister. Stephanie was complimenting me on my new look when she suddenly stopped and stared. "Damn!" She exclaimed.

I couldnt wait to land and ask Suzanne out to dinner and a show. I hurried through the shutdown checks and hurried anxiously off the airplane. Can you imagine how crushed I felt when Suzanne wasnt there? Joe, my first officer asked if I wanted to stop for drinks on the way home. He said that he and a couple of the crewmembers were going to the Cascades Lounge at the airport Hyatt. Since it was on the way home I decided to stop by for a single "Water with

Jamie silently slipped through the door at precisely :AM. He checked his watch to verify that he had in fact, beaten the Mistresss curfew. He quietly locked the door making doubly sure that the chain and deadbolt were secure. Mistress often reminded Jamie that this was a dangerous neighborhood. Securely ensconced in the apartment, Jamie uttered and barely discernable sigh as he slipped out of the torture instruments that hed been wearing

I hardly slept at all that night. Bright and early on Friday I was in the shower getting ready for my big date. I shaved real close, then went over my chin and upper lip one more time for good measure. I stood in front of my closet for an eternity wondering what to wear. Spending the day in the city clearly called for casual attire but an evening date could call for a jacket and tie.

The doors opened and there she was. Suzanne stood there in all her glory wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set. I recognized the style as Second Skin Satin and the color as Taupe Watercolor. Suzanne held out her hand to me. I stepped out of my heels and slipped off my dress as I walked trance-like across the room to her. We stood there like twins, dressed alike, our eyes burning with desire.

Ashley sprayed me with Dream Angels Halo perfume and placed the bottle in my bag. She wished me well as I was pushed out the door. As I shuffled down the street in the strange shoes with my breasts bouncing I was a constant deep red from embarrassment. Several people pointed and a few laughed but luckily, no one stopped me. My head swung from side to side as I went down the street looking for Gigis. Though the distance was relatively short, it seemed like the longest walk of my life. The stares, the muffled comments, and the laughs from everyone.

No, thats not quite right, Richard was absolutely terrified as he laid ramrod straight in bed. The covers were pulled tightly across the bridge of his nose leaving only the top of his head visible. "Just like a five year old afraid of the ugly green monster in the closet" said Richard to no one but himself. He knew that the covers had no magic powers to protect him just as if he knew that there were no ugly green monsters lurking in his closet. His monster looked like a beautiful woman and she lived inside the north wall of his room. Her looks though, didnt make her any less dangerous. What a way to face your last hours of existence! Cowering in bed like a

I dont know how long I was under. As consciousness flooded through my body several facts made themselves known. It appeared that I was no longer in Suzannes penthouse. The room was as fancy but the dcor and underlying architecture were different. I remained strapped to the bed and immobilized. The bed was the hospital variety and the straps were and integral part of the design.

I forgot all about asking to have my breasts removed after dinner. I almost forgot about the entire conversation that morning. We were exhausted from our day shopping. We shared a light dinner and a bottle of Pinot Grigio resting on pillows in the living room after changing into our nighties. Tears streamed down my cheeks as we watched a chick flick on the tube. Stephanie and Suzanne comforted me with hugs and kisses. We thrashed about the floor kissing and caressing. The sisters experienced multiple orgasms through the educated ministries of my