by Carrie
The next morning I was over my spanking bar — hair touching floor, nightie up out of the way. Late afternoon I was on my bed, panties down. That evening I was hog tied and gagged.
Within a few days he controlled me and made all the decisions. We went to my Fire Island beach house for the weekend, without my butler. Trevor nipple clamped me with a gold chain and paraded me along the surf. I didn’t tell him that I had done this on my own.
He loved showing me off and exploiting the passive exhibitionist in me. We went to a beach party with friends he knew. I wore a collar, nipple clamps with dangling gold chain and a little string lace panty. I hadn’t met these people before but they were into what Trevor was into and they envied my obedience.
That night we were having dinner with a group of different people in a lovely place by the water. Wine, cloth table tops, and haute cuisine combined with the north Atlantic air. Though I’m used to turning heads, gawkers, and the occasional pain in the butt, one of Trevor’s friends had difficulty speaking with him and keeping his eyes off me.
I was wearing a white strapless slip dress. Nothing fancy, just a thingy I picked up at the local boutique. A nice pair of Jimmy Choo sandals dressed it up, and a fun hugs and kisses diamond bracelet I picked up on a whim gave me that snap. I dispensed with my bra, I mean we were at the beach, and so what if I showed nipple. A string white lace panty was all the armor I wore underneath. Two squeezes of Chanel and I was done.
There were about seven of us at the table and I didn’t know a soul and I liked that. The conversation was a little tipsy and none of us gave a damn what the heck we were talking about anyway. We were bubbly and full of fun.
End Of Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 156
Diary of a Rich Girl to be continued…
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