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. Oh, I don t want you to go! Oh, hush. Ellis knew there was no point in saying anythinglike, so, don t let me, or me, either.It wouldn t change anything. So, what sorts of costumes do people normally wear?Harte grinned. Oh, the masters don t wear costumes.Only theslaves. And what do slaves wear? Whatever their masters want.* * *It wasn t until Friday morning that Ellis found out the types ofthings masters liked their slaves to wear.He d figured it would besomething revealing, but he had no idea how revealing.Or how humiliating. I can t wear something like this, he whispered to Harte asthey both stared at Harte s torn-open package.William had given them the large boxes at the breakfast tablewith instructions not to open them until after he left for work.He dthen proceeded to give a one-hour lecture on adversary procedurewith the boxes sitting in the middle of the table.Ellis had been ableto concentrate, but Harte had been reprimanded twice, unable totear his eyes away from the simply wrapped gifts.When William had finally left, dawdling a little, which was253AT HIS THROAT, A PROMISEunusual for him, Harte had grabbed his box and torn up the stairs,crying for Ellis to follow him.By the time Ellis made it up thestairs, Harte s box was already open and he was staring within. Oh, my&  he whispered, pulling out something white andsilky.Ellis s mind immediately shot back to Harte saying the masterhad made him wear panties.Women s panties.What Harte washolding looked an awful lot like panties.As Ellis watched, Harte pulled out more and more items, thingsthe like of which Ellis had never seen before in his life.In a fewmoments, the bed was strewn with stretchy things, silky things,long things, shoes& all were white.All were for women.Harte wasn t even going to be able to make it out the front doorin that get-up.William wouldn t let him.It was scandalous.Hartedidn t look concerned at all; he looked thrilled. Open yours! he cried a moment later, forcing himself to lookaway from the bits and pieces that Ellis didn t half understand. It had better be something different than what you got, orwe re going to have problems, he muttered.He placed the box onthe bed and opened.Oh, his gift was different all right.It was all black.The pieces were the same, right down to the strappy stilettoheels.Harte gave a little whimper and picked up the black laceunderwear. You are going to look so naughty in this! I don t want to look naughty, he hissed, backing away fromthe bed.He remembered thinking, when they d talked aboutHarte s panty-wearing adventures, that wearing women s clothingdidn t make him any less of a man.254AT HIS THROAT, A PROMISEHe knew now the error of his thoughts. No, Ellis, trust me, you do.And it s not like we ll be the onlyones wearing stuff like this. All the slaves wear women s clothing? he asked with hope inhis voice. Um, no, but they all dress really slutty.Like fairies or cats orbutterflies. But those are costumes.This is just& lingerie! I think you ll have to shave your legs, Harte said absurdly. These stockings will look stupid with your leg hair. Shave my legs? Are you crazy? I& I don t think I can&  What s this really about? It s just for fun.For one night, youget to be something you re not, and you ll drive everyone crazy atthe same time. I don t want to drive people crazy.That s your thing.I thinkit s& demeaning.Harte looked a little hurt, but Ellis didn t have the mentalfortitude to apologise. Well, you d better not let Master hear you talk like that.If hethinks you don t like your gift, he ll be upset. It s not my gift, Ellis snapped. It s his. Whatever, Harte said, rolling his eyes. You re being sodramatic.Just try it on, at least. I wouldn t even know where to start. Then just watch me.Harte pushed Ellis onto the bed in a sitting position, collectingthe garments on one side. Underwear goes on first, okay? Harte pulled off his sheathand tossed it to the side.Ellis couldn t help reacting to the sight ofhis tanned, lithe body.The white would look stunning on him.255AT HIS THROAT, A PROMISEEllis had absolutely no compunction with Harte wearing theclothes.Just himself.Harte slid the silky panties up his body, tucking his cock in alittle awkwardly. Just have to be sure not to get too hard, or it llcome up and stick out the top.If Ellis had to be next to Harte wearing that all evening, therewas no way he d be able to avoid becoming aroused. This is the garter belt, Harte continued, holding up a stringything.He hooked it around his waist so the straps dangled on histhighs [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]