Carry On

Everything was perfectly packed before this all went to hell. Now I am standing in an overheated windowless room, already blushing.

She unzips my suitcase.

There are no real clothes.

1 pair stillettos, my shitkicking boots, 3 cocks, 4 butt plugs of varying sizes, my patent leather harness. 75' of rope. Bras and panties and slips.

Her face is stern. "This is quite a collection," she says, looking at me over the top of her glasses.

I blush harder now, but decide to take my chances. Choose the biggest cock off the top of the pile, lick it from base to tip, look at her over the top of my glasses.