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TV FOR A WEEK By Jerry Bart PART #2 For a moment, I couldn't believe it. I pried futilely at the window with lacquered nails. No use, it wouldn't budge. I thought of breaking it, but I knew that would be difficult and maybe dangerous so I gave up on it after a few more useless tugs. A fresh gust of chilly wind reminded me - as if I needed reminding -- of my lack of clothing. I reached up for my robe. More bad luck--it was gone! I was locked out of the house, feminized, bare-breasted and nearly naked! I searched through the bushes frantically and finally saw my robe, several yards away, twisted inextricably into the branches of a trees flapping in the breeze that had blown it there. I knew I had lost it. A helpless, totally trapped feeling came over me. The workmen might fail to notice the tiny bit of cloth in the tree, but if I left the bushes to retrieve it, they couldn't fail to notice a topless female trying to untangle her clothing. I could almost hear their whistles and jeers already'. Hugging my chest to fight the chill, I tried desperately to think if a way back to safety. How had this happened to me? A day age I was a man of leisure and wealth with every imaginable comfort. Now I was--to all appearances--a helpless female, stranded outdoors in the bushes with only a pair if panties and slippers! Then I remembered that Sylvia had a habit if leaving doors unlocked and windows open in the back of the house. Yes I'd often scolded her for that in the past. Now I rejoiced. I could make my way around the house through the sheltering shrubbery and, with any luck, get back inside. Even if the house was locked, at least I'd be on the other side, away from the tree-trimmers. Crouching down, I began working my way along the wall. It proved to be trickier than I'd thought. In a couple of spots, the bushes were a bit thin and I had to hurry to avoid being seen. Of course, the tiny slippers were totally unsuited to running and first one, then the other, slipped off my feet. I just left them behind me as I scampered on. A bit further, the growth got much thicker and I had to get down on my hands and knees and crawl to avoid the thorny branches. I was almost to the corner of the house, where I would be completely out of sight of the workmen, when I had another set-back. The shrubbery had gotten quite thick and I was crawling on my stomach, the loose soil rubbed my breasts and thighs and thorny branches tugged at my hair. Then, I felt something pull at my panties! I stopped. Twisted my bottom slightly. My underwear had gotten snagged on a branch! I tried to reach around behind me to untangle them, but the growth was so thick and close to the wall that I couldn't even move my arms that far. I tried to back up, but that only made the branch roll up, snagging my flimsy drawers even more firmly. Desperately, I twisted about. It felt as though more branches were bending down, snatching at the fabric! I forced myself to step. Too much shaking in the bush might attract attention. I turned my head as far as I could, It seemed at least a half-dozen of the wiry, barbed limbs had fastened themselves to my panties. I knew what I was going to have to do, but I hated admitting it to myself. I couldn't untangle this, my last stitch of clothing, and I couldn't just lie here in the bushes. Slowly reluctantly, I wiggled and crawled forward, letting the panties slide down my legs as the shrubbery held them, pulling them completely off. I could have cried. It seemed as though the elements themselves had conspired against me, trapping me outside in this feminine condition, snatching my few clothes from me, so that now I was reduced to a totally nude, shapely, female, crawling in abject humiliation. Once around the corner and out of sight, I got out of the bushes and ran toward safety. What a mess I felt! Dirt smudged and smeared all over me, leaves and twigs stuck in my hair. I ran on tiptoe, fighting the unfamiliar tingle of my bouncing breasts. But there was no help here. Perhaps because of Clarisse's methodical thoroughness, the entire house was locked tightly, even the garage door. I tugged in vain at every handle, pried futilely at every window. Nothing. Then, I was startled by the sound of an approaching car. Someone was coming up the drivel Panic-stricken, I looked about for someplace to hide, someplace to conceal my nude and trembling body. A small ornamental pool nearby was my only hope. I dashed to it and jumped in with a splash! Crouching as low as possible among the decorative rocks and ivy I peeked out timidly. It was our convertible! Clarisse and Sylvia, home to my rescue! As Sylvia hit the remote to open the garage door, I rose partly from the pool. The splashing noise startled them for an instant. Sylvia braked swiftly and looked swiftly over at me. "What in the--" she started. Then she broke up laughing. "Oh Clari," she shrieked, "Get a load of this!" Clarisse was already regarding me with grim amusement. She took a cell phone from her purse and began snapping my picture as I crouched there, wet, naked and disheveled. I tried to cover my breasts and genitals with my hands, but this only seemed to delight the girls more as Clarisse recorded every aspect of my humiliation. Then, to my surprise, Sylvia calmly pulled the car into the garage and lowered the door before I could get in! If I was chilly before, I was freezing now! If I was scared before, I was terrified now. What were they going to do to me? I ran to the back door and pounded on it desperately, crying in my high feminine voice, "Sylvia! Clari! Let me in! Oh, please! I've nothing on and it's cold out here!" The inner door opened swiftly although the storm door remained locked. Clarisse and Sylvia faced me through the screen, Clarisse with cold sarcasm, Sylvia giggling with amusement. "Well," drawled Clarisse, "What have we here?" "She's sure not wearing much!" Sylvia laughed, "What happened, Dearie? Did somebody steal all your clothes while you were skinny-dipping?" "P-p-please" my teeth were chattering. I still tried to cover myself with my hands and I was goose-bumps all over. "L-let me in!" "Whatever could possess a young lady to leave a comfortable house and nice clothes to go gadding about in the altogether on a day like this?" Sylvia mused. "It must have been pretty powerful to make her disobey my instructions so flagrantly." Clarisse said coldly. "I've a good mind to just leave her out there. Or maybe call the police," "No! P-p-please no!" I wailed. "Well, Justine, I warned you about disobeying me and I think you should start learning the consequences. However, I will give you one chance - just one - to come back inside. Either accept my conditions or stay out there until someone finds you!" "Anything I'll do anything if you'll just let me come in!" "It's not going to be as easy as that." Clarisse insisted. "I need to go to my house for a few things. If you'll meet me there, I'll bring you back in the car and let you in." "But-but Clari," I protested, knees knocking "Your house is more than a mile away!" "There's a path you can use. You know the one that goes through the woods between our properties." I remembered it. A fairly secluded and lightly-travelled path, but it cut across one rather busy street."Th-that path comes out right on your front lawn," I pointed out, trying desperately to get out of her ridiculous proposition. "I'd have to run clear across that huge lawn to get to your car! What if someone sees me?" "If it's a man, he'll probably chase youl" Sylvia laughed. "Yes," Clarisse said darkly. "And if it's John or someone else who can recognize you, you'll probably be in for quite an embarrassing time if they catch you, so you'd better run fast. Now get going if you ever want to wear clothes again!" And she siamned the door. I hesitated only for a second. I knew Clarisse to well to think that she wouldn't carry out her threats. Swiftly, I sprinted across the lawn and into the woods. I had walked this path many times and found it easy and convenient for a fully-dressed man. For me new, a naked near-woman, it was terrible. Leaves, dry and wet, crumpled and slid beneath my bare feet. Pine branches crossed the path and slapped at my naked breasts and flanks. The path was dotted with muddy puddles that I splashed through, slipping, sliding, stumbling. Finally, I reached the street that marked the halfway point. Hidden in the woods, I listened intently for traffic, then, when all seemed safe, I scampered into the road. As my feet slapped against the pavement, I suddenly hoard voices! "Hey! Lookit! It's a naked lady!" Panic-stricken, I froze in my tracks and looked in the direction of the voices. It was the Girl's Bicycle Racing Team from the local High School! A gaggle of teen-age girls on deceptively swift and silent bikes suddenly swarmed around me! I clutched both hands down quickly to conceal my genitals with the result that my bare breasts flaunted out between my arms and my-my round ass jiggled saucily. "Boy! She really shows it off!" One girl laughed. "Maybe she's in one of those college initiations-like." Another suggested. One girl, looking bolder and more mannish than the rest, snickered."Then let's get her really initiated!" "What do you mean?" A couple of the girls looked interested. "Let's take her back to my place and keep her there a few days." She explained enthusiastically, "We can find out who she really is and take pictures of her and make her give us money and do things for us! You know! Kind of like a slave!" "I dunno," another girl said, "That could make big trouble if she called the cops." "We'll tie her up then." The first girl urged, "Once we get the right pictures she'll be too embarrassed to call the pigsl We'll have this bitch serving as hand and foot!" She didn't know the half of it! I knew that if these immature roughnecks ever got me in their power and found out my true sex, I'd never get free of them! But the bold one was talking again: "Take off your belts." She was ordering the other girls, who were still unsure. "We can tie her hands to the back of the bike and make her run behind us.You guys can keep her running by following behind and working her over with the belts." Suddenly, I twisted about, ducked behind a few bikes, and dashed forward into the woods, running pell-mell through the trees for Clarisse's house! After a few minutes' frantic running, I realized I wasn't being followed. Some of those kids hadn't really wanted to take me, and others must be reluctant to leave their expensive bikes. That didn't slow me down any, though. I crashed through out of the woods and across the Morgan's vast and well-kept lawn to the car where Clarissa waited. As I approached, she got out and opened the trunk. "In here" she said. "And hurry! John's in the house! I thought you'd never get here." I had feared exactly the same thing, but I said nothing as I ducked into the trunk and Clarissa slammed the lid. The ride back to the house was quiet. When we arrived, Clarissa put the car in the garage then walked straight into the house, leaving me in the trunk. I knew better than to call attention to myself. I don't know how long I waited, cramped up in there, but I didn't care. A change seemed to have come over me. After my awful ordeal, the house, the women, even this trunk, seemed symbols of safety, authority and protection. Although I did not know it then, most of my will to resist had been crushed. I might chafe under Clarisse's dominance, I might feel rebellious or embarrassed by her orders, but after what had happened outside, from now on, I would do my best to obey. Sylvia released me finally, laughing at my appearance, and led me by the ear into the house -- like a naughty girl. She unceremoniously escorted me to the bathroom this way and waited outside as I bathed myself in a wonderfully warm and scented tub, lavished my body with creams and lotions, cleaned and combed out my hair, and carefully, expertly, re- applied my make-up. Finally I left the bath-room and, covered by a towel, met Sylvia in the bedroom. "Well, Justine," Lying on the bed, she smiled approvingly. "You seem none the worse for your travels. Your modesty is certainly still intact." "Ye sSylvia.." I kept properly feminine and demure. "What would you like me to wear, Dari ling?" "Go to the dresser drawer where you keep your socks and get a pair of black ones, Justine." I wondered at this, but obeyed. Inside, where I was used to seeing socks, handkerchiefs and cufflinks, was a small assortment of silken hose and garter belts. I hesitated a moment, then meekly took out a pair of black silk stockings and rolled them up my feminine legs, securing them with a black garter belt at Sylvia's direction. "And some matching underwear, Justine." Sylvia ordered. I opened my underwear drawer. It was filled with various bras and parities. All my normal underthings were gone. Without objecting, I slipped into a brief pair of black, bikini-style panties and a lacy black half-bra that supported the underside of my breasts, lifting and separating them, barely covering the nipples. "Now some shoes from your closet, Justine, dearest" I knew what to expect by now. All my male clothes had been removed from the closet. A delicious selection of short skirts, slit dresses, gowns and nighties hung on the rack. The floor was covered with dainty high heels and feminine slippers. I selected a pair of black six-inch high heels and squeezed into them. Then I turned to Sylvia. "What now, dear?" I asked. "Now we go downstairs and, after Clari inspects you, you'll fix us dinner." Sylvia rose from the bed and, in a manner that brooked no nonsense, led the way out of the room. Downstairs, I tried to conceal the awkward way I felt as I modeled for Clarisse in my brief undies. "Very good, Justine," Clarisse nodded. "New before you fix us dinner, I want to explain a few things to you. First, you're obviously wondering about your brief apparel." She'd read my mind. "That's primarily because you've shown that you're much easier to manage with fewer clothes on. Also, I think the embarrassment you feel makes you move and act in a much more feminine manner. Therefore, I've decided that from now on, you'll wear as little as possible." "Or less!" Sylvia giggled. Clarisse smiled. "Up until now, I've been pretty lenient with you. All that must change. From new till the end of the week you are to be subject to every command, every whim that Sylvia or I have. You'll wear what we tell you, change clothes when we tell you, do every bit of housework, and any other task, no matter how large or small, that strikes our fancy. "As a sign of your new status, you will address your wife as 'Mistress Sylvia'. I am Mistress Clarisse. From time to time, you may use 'Ma'am' for short, but not too often. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Clarisse." "You will also curtsey whenever you speak to us, whether you're wearing anything to curtsey in or not. Do you understand, Justine?" I curtseyed. "Yes, Mistress Clarisse." "Oh, you'll forget from time to time, and now and then you'll do things in a slipshod manner. When you do, you'll be spanked." "Yes Mistress Clarisse," I curtsied. "Very good. Now ask permission to go and fix dinner," I did so. As I walked into the kitchen to prepare the meal, I felt the eyes of the girls on my bottom, swishing from side to side in the tight black panties. "Oh Clari!" Sylvia laughed. "She's so sweet and submissive! I just love what you've done to him" "To her, Sylvia darling," Clarissa corrected, "From now 'till we finish shopping on Saturday it's her." That was Teusday night, After dinner we passed the evening much like the previous one, with me modeling for the girls. Except that this time I had no dress to pose in. Clarisse, having brought her Camera, made great use of it, and when I rested, the girls sorted through the pictures and selected their favorites. I was made ready for bed in the same manner as before, but tonight the girls had me drag a light sofa into their bedroom. (Somehow I no longer thought of it as "ours") They pinned me down to the cushions and tucked me in, then prepared for bed themselves. I watched them moving around the room undressing and wondered how they could be so un-self-conscious about being naked when even scanty clothing on my own body set me quivering with embarrassment. Once they were nude, Sylvia put away all the day clothes, brushed Clarisse's hair and helped her put on a nightie. Sylvia herself remained gloriously naked as she put out the light and climbed into bed. In the darkness, the strain of my day caught up with me and I felt sleep overcome me quickly, despite the rustling noises and giggles coming from the bed. *** The next day, Clarisse's new regime went into full effect. It was a startling change. First, I was to be constantly surprised by the fiendish ingenuity that both girls showed in thinking up new tasks for me to perform, new tricks for me to do, and bizarre clothing for me to wear. Secondly, I was surprised by my own docility in submitting to their every whim. Inwardly, I raged at each fresh indignity or cringed with embarrassment as I moved about in different and humiliating costumes -each well- photographed by Clarisse. But outwardly, I remained a meek, submissive Miss. The perfect Justine-Slave. Take my clothing, for example. Wednesday morning Clarisse went into the bathroom and care out again with a box of bandaids and a can of my shaving cream. "Strip down and then make yourself decent with these," she ordered. After puzzling for a few minutes, I carefully taped my cock and balls up into my crotch with the bandaids, then squirted the shaving cream over my nipples and pubic area. The thick cream covered them adequately, but I wished I hadn't used a menthol-scented cream. In this way, wearing nothing but shaving cream, I had to draw the bath for the girls, help them wash their backsides, and dry and powder them. I was careful to re-apply the cream whenever I felt it coming off, but Sylvia had to remind me twice. This earned me five swats on my naked rump with a slipper. After my own ablutions, the girls made up a costume for me out of Sylvia's old scarves. First a short white one went into my hair, tied with the ends up, bunny-fashion. A much longer black sash was wrapped around my middle then the ends were passed down the front, through my crotch, and tied in a large bow in the back. Another black scarf formed a bandeau tightly across my breasts, the nipples clearly outlined against the silk. Four smaller red silk scarves came next, each tied to one ankle or wrist, so that the ends trailed gaily with my every move. To increase this effect, Clarisse put me in a pair of tall red patent- leather heels, so that I had to walk with short, quick, mincing steps and keep my balance by swinging my arms from side to side, close to my body. Thus "dressed" I had to prepare the meals, dust every stick of furniture in the house, and mop the few uncarpeted floors. When one of my ankle scarves got a bit wet from the mopping Clarissa ordered me to bend over and hold the ends of each of them up while she administered another spanking. "Really, Justine" She chided. "We're letting you get much too carelessl Now you can just walk about the house holding those ends up like that until they're completely dry!" So I walked, legs straight In my heels, bent over at the waist, holding the tips of the scarves while Sylvia, noting my prominently displayed red bottom, cracked jokes about keeping my End up.. Toward evening, when the girls were getting bored, they tied the end of my right wrist scarf to the knot in the scarf that covered my bosom. Then they secured my left wrist-scarf to the sash at my waist in similar fashion and ordered me to parade around for them. I soon found that the knots were tied in such a way that although my wrist-scarves would not cone off, a few tugs would be sufficient to completely un-do the scarves that covered my areas of maidenly modesty. In this predicament I was ordered to prepare dinner and warned of dire consequences if I should naughtily expose myself. Somehow, I made it through the meal safely, although at the last I was keeping myself covered only by clenching the ends of the two larger scarves in my fists. Since this naturally deprived me of the use of my hands, I had to eat by bending ever the table and lapping up my food like an animal! By bedtime, Clarisse and Sylvia were so happy with the scarf idea that they decided to keep it up overnight. They removed the two black scarves and put a pink strapless nightie on me, then tied my wrists securely to the bow that remained in my hair. Then they both prepared for bed, but this time it was me who did most of the chores, fetching them kleenex and nighties as best I could with my hands and carrying their discarded undies to the clothes hamper in my teeth. Sylvia asked Clarisse if I could share the bed with them that night. My heart pounded at the thought. "I'd like to have her in bed with us," Clarisse conceded, "But you've told me how she snores..." "Oh I can fix that!" Sylvia salt brightly. To my dismay, she took the long black sash that I had worn around my waist and bottom all day and tied it snugly across my mouth! Laughing, she laid me on the bed, then tied each ankle to the opposite knee. Next, she tugged at me until my bound calves were at the foot of the bed. "See," She smiled. "Even if she snores through that scarf, the sound will be muffled by the covers. In fact, her head will never be above the level of our waists!" "Hmmm," Clarissa smiled at the sight of n this way, bound and gagged by my own wife. "Mightn't she get a little jealous if we- uh?" Sylvia tightened the scarf around my mouth. "I don't think she'll even mention it!" and both girls fell into bed laughing. *** Thursday was the mid-point of my-bizarre slavery. The girls complimented me on having got through the first half so well, then set about finding fault with me as I helped them bathe and beautified myself. They inspected my body thoroughly and if they found the tiniest masculine hair, they plucked it out savagely. They made me do my hair up twice and were not satisfied until my third attempt at making up my face. Naturally, they reinforced their criticism with physical punishment, so that my bottom was glowing bright red before I got to put on any clothes at all! That day was a little cooler than usual, so Clarisse decided I should dress warmly. She found a tall dark fur hat of Sylvia's and put it on my head (Hiding most of the hair-do that I'd worked so hard on!) Then Sylvia dug out a pair of knee-high black leather boots with fur trim and five-inch heels. The soft shiny leather seemed to mold itself to my calves and the furry tops tickled the insides if my knees. Through all of this, I had been shifting about modestly, doing the best I could to hide my breasts and genitals without angering the girls. Clarisse noticed my discomfort and teased me about it, "Oooo, Justine. Don't you feel just ever so feminine in your nice furs? What? You'd like some mere? Why certainly!" She proceeded to tie something to my waist. I soon discovered that it was a tiny G-string, covered with fur inside and out. The dark fluffy front caressed the insides of my thighs intimately and leather straps held it tight, one around my waist, another between the cheeks of my bottom. To cover my blushing breasts, the girls draped a mink stole over my shoulders. By holding my arms properly, I could keep my treasures covered, but this limited my movements considerably. A pair of huge furry mittens for my hands completed the outfit. Thus arrayed and photographed, I was put to work again, doing my best to handle dishes and kitchen utensils with slippery mittened hands, trying to serve without letting my stole gape open too far, and doing my best to keep it on at all when I struggled with the laundry. Each immodest display on my part brought me a fresh spanking from the girls and Sylvia commented on how thoughtful Clarisse had been in providing me with a costume that kept my bottom bare for that purposes That night, the girls made love again with me bound at the foot of the bed. The sounds of their passion and the nearness of their naked bodies aroused me feverishly. I could do nothing to relieve my horny frustration, however, since I was hogtied with Clarisse's stockings and gagged with Sylvia's panties. Friday brought the end of my ordeal one day nearer. I thrilled at the thought that on Saturday I would regain my true identity and see John Morgan humiliated this way. But Istill had another day and a half to get through. Today, the girls spent some time trying to settle on a costume for me. I attended them in the bath, the three of us completely nude. As usual, the girls reveled in their sexy nakedness while I was acutely embarrassed by my own unclad condition--I knew how a novice must feel at a nudist camp! As I dressed them, Sylvia hit upon an idea. "Clari Sweetheart," she exclaimed. "What is it that women like to wear most, along with furs and silky undies? Give up? Jewelry!" "Of course" Clarissa clapped her hands in delight. "Justine, run and gather up every piece of jewelry in the house!" "Yes, Mistress Clarisse," I curtsied, although I felt silly doing it absolutely nude, and scampered off to obey. As I set the jewelry out on the bed for display, Sylvia said, "Really Clari, aren't Justine's breasts full and beautiful? I'm getting envious." "Yes, and her bottom is so smooth and round. ..." "And red!" Sylvia interrupted. "Yes! That was an excellent spanking you gave her this morning for waking up with an erection. You're really getting good at it! Now what shall we put on her today?" Heavens, what they put on me! First a gold chain belt went around my waist, fastened so tightly that an extra six inches hung down in back. Then Sylvia clamped a round screw-in type earring with a dangling diamond firmly to the end of my cock. When she was satisfied that it was irremovably tight, she pulled my penis down into my crotch (squeezing my balls up behind it!) and fastened the earring to the end of the chain, which passed between my bottom-cheeks. This forced me to walk with my legs slightly apart and pushed my ass out into even further prominence! The girls next fastened at least a dozen necklaces to the front of my belt so that they draped down, their gaudy brightness concealing the last traces of my masculinity. They swished glittered and jingled with disconcerting flashiness with my every step. Next came large Onyx spring-clip earrings on each of my nipples. With a little chagrin, I recognized them as the pair I had worn an my ears on the first day of my training. It made me realize with humiliation just how far I had come; Monday night, they had been a useless bit of ornament. Now, they were the only covering I had for my quivering breasts. But I had no time to waste in such thought. The girls were fixing a silver tiara in my hair and hanging several gaudy pendants around my neck. Next came an assortment of bracelets on each arm and even some for my ankles. Clarisse produced a gold-sequined pair of high-heeled stripper's shoes for my feet. Two pairs of dangling earrings jingled from each ear. When the girls had finally bedecked me with every ring, bracelet, necklace and other bit of jewelry in the house, Sylvia found that they had one earring left over; the mate to the one that was clamped to my cock. Clarisse smilingly fastened it to my nose, then attached a long, light gold chain to it. Using this as a leash, the girls laughingly led me around the house, commenting on all the noise that my finery made as it jingled with each swishing step I took and sparkled In every ray of light. After I had prepared and served breakfast, Sylvia volunteered to clean up the dishes, much to my surprise. I soon saw her purpose, however, when she attached my nose-chain-leash to the belt of her slacks! Bent over, bottom protruding as I walked in the high-heels, I had to fellow her about as best I could. Now and then she would stop suddenly and my face would smack into her ass. Naturally, this was a perfect excuse for a spanking from Clarisse, who was immensely enjoying the silly sight I presented. As Clarisse administered the spanking, Sylvia commented, "You knew, it's a shame there's no way to fasten that chain to my shoes. Can you imagine what a sight Justine would make scampering after me on all fours?" "That gives me an idea." Clarisse said. "Let me think about this until lunchtime." Sure enough, at One PM (I had spent the morning polishing the silver) Clarisse called me over to her. "Hand me the two longest neck chains you have on, Justine" She ordered. I curtsied. "Yes Mistress Clarissa." I obeyed and stood dutifully still while she fastened them together, then attached them to my ankle bracelets, leaving a two-foot length between my legs. "Will that be long enough, Justine?" she asked with tender concern. "Oh yes, Mistress Clarisse." I curtsied. "The chain gives me plenty of room for walking," "Good. Bend ever." I did so and Clarissa immediately snapped my nose- leash to the middle of the chain! What a fix! By standing with both feet together, I had enough slack to straighten up to waist level. To walk, however I had to bend far over and crouch. Thank Heavens my arms were free to balance with! Sylvia came in and saw how Clarisse had fixed me and just broke up laughing. "OH! Justine! You look so - Hah! Ha-ha! Go into the hallway where the angled mirrors are and see how ridiculous you look!" "Yes Mistress Sylvia." I managed something like a curtsey in my doubled- up condition, which broke up both girls all over again, and toddled off. The sight of me in the mirror was the most demoralizing thing I had ever seen. My glowing bottom was no longer just protruding; it was now my highest point from the floor and the dominant feature of my appearance as I waddled around, arms waving, jewels sparkling and heels clicking. I didn't have long to cringe before the mirrors, however. Sylvia sent me off to prepare and serve lunch, an almost impossible task in my condition, despite the fact that everything was cooked and set out on the kitchen-counter for me. It seemed that I was dropping and spilling things with every other move, and both girls noted that this was the most convenient position for spanking I had been forced to assume yet! After lunch, Clarissa extended my nose chain by a couple feet and, with my bondage thus eased, I did the rest of the housework and modeled for Clarisse's camera. When dinner was over, however, Sylvia said she was eager to see me in that silly fix again, so Clarissa changed my leash to an even shorter length than before. In this way, with my head almost between my legs, I had to fetch things, pose for more pictures, and attend to both girls when bedtime finally arrived. After I had gotten them properly undressed, nightie-clad and hair- brushed, the girls finally removed all my jewelry and dressed me in a short pink baby-doll nightie with matching panties. Then Clarissa had me lie down with my head at the foot of the bed and tied my wrists to the brass foot-rail. Sylvia tied my ankles to the opposite knees again, to keep me from kicking the girls in my sleep (Although I noticed that they took no similar precautions for themselves) and she and Clarisse hopped into bed with their delicate feet practically in my face. "Er- Mistress Clarisse?" I knew from the looks on their faces that the girls were going to make love to each other and I wanted to ask them something before they started.