The alarm on my phone gave out a soft jingle and I stood up from the couch. I walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and thoughtfully cleaned every inch of my body inside and out. I got out and dried off and sprayed myself with my special sparkling perfume.
Leaving the damp towel and clothes in a heap on the bathroom floor, I stepped back into the hotel bedroom and opened the suitcase on the left side of the room. On the right side is where I planned on sleeping tonight.
Now though, I took the dress that was in front of me. There were other clothes in the suitcase, but the one in front of me was the one I knew I needed to wear. On the ground, directly in front of the bed, was a box that was shipped to me earlier in the week via the mail from Amazon. I didn’t know what was inside, nor did I question if the outfit worked well with what was inside. I took the box that was in front of me and laid it on the bed before sitting down at the desk in the room.
With the slow hands of a surgeon, I painted my mouth to perfection a hot neon pink. I then painted my nails hot pink until all 20 nails were covered.
I waited a few minutes for the polish to dry and then stood up and opened a box on the bed. I took out the items and laid them down on the bed:
- A pair of black stockings
- A thick strap leather with some studs on it
- A metal contraption
- Some leather straps
- Something made of latex
- A long metal clamp device
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped on the stockings, pulling them taut over my thighs. My feet then found their way into high heels. I stood and gingerly slid inside the black & white dress, the gauzy white, near-transparent fabric clinging to every curve. I moved slowly, keeping the dress away from my face to assure that I didn’t mar my lipstick or the dress. Then I grabbed the strap of the fabric. I held it up with deference, and as I wrapped it around my throat let out a gasp. A soft, arousal-charged gasp, the first noise I had made since my alarm had gone off. I looked at it in the mirror and the black collar looked right. It looked perfect. It looked like I hadn’t been dressed at all previously. I next grabbed the metal device and placed my tiny clitty into it. After locking the chastity, I put the key in a glass of water and placed it in the freezer. I then picked up the straps and wrapped them one at a time around my ankles and wrists.
I then did the minor adjustments that were necessary before settling down. I pulled my hem so that it sat just above my lace stocking tops. I wriggled the dress against my chest and made sure everything was perfect.
I was complete, except for the latex item which I would get to in a moment with the metal clamp.
I walked back to the nightstand, took my cell phone, tapped a few buttons, and dropped it back onto the nightstand.
I then grabbed the latex item and saw that it was a hood. I then pulled it over my head and adjusted it before I zipped up the back of the hood, making it hug my face.
I then got on the bed and laid down with my head at the foot of the bed. I clasped the right wrist to the right ankle and repeated the left.
With my head dangling over the side of the bed I opened my mouth wide, put the clamp in, and clicked it into place locking it open. The first thought reached its way from the depths of my sleepy mind as I felt the first droplets of saliva pool beneath my tongue, pool up in my mouth, and then drip out of my locked open mouth.
As I lay there reflecting back on what the collar said, "SLUT", and then what I typed on my cell phone as a message.
"Master, I'm at Motel 6, Room 105 with the door propped open. Your Collared Sissy Slave Cow is ready to service your cock and is ready for breeding."
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