As I looked with horror at the bra and pants I remembered one of the catalogues on his desk ‘pinks and fluffies’. Even those not randomly placed feathers were pink. I was mortified. The shame and humiliation, not to mention the tickling.

I could feel myself squirming uncomfortably in my latex pants, suddenly extra aware of the places where some of those feathers were going to moving against. I looked up at Ed Master, hoping my eyes pleaded for mercy, but that grin told me there was no hope.

He was already enjoying my predicament and I knew he intended to enjoy it some more.

Fidgeting a little more I asked if I might take my leave to get changed, although I already knew what his answer would be, and made my way to behind the screen in one corner of his study.

In the huge overmantle mirror I could see him easing himself back into his desk chair, and relaxing with Jack as I struggled to remove the latex which I had hoped would distract him. Actually I think my struggles did distract him from Jack for a little while.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. Those feathers. The devious springs kept them from pressing against me they just tickled. I could feel them as I put the wickedly tormenting items on. Was already squirming by the time I had finished. Each movement of my body caused at least one to brush against somewhere which was already standing to attention.

Putting the outer layer of my uniform on I did not know if I was in agony or heaven. And walked back over to his desk I found a particular sway of my hips so delightfully distracting that I continued to let them roll slightly as I stood for inspection.