But I thought – no, I knew, without even thinking about it – that it would please You to find me wearing them when You returned, Sir. XXNX “Ex-nun,” I muttered to myself, before opening the door and walking out. Where the first thing I noticed was my ‘Disobedient Slut’ panties, which had been hanging from one of the bedposts but had slid down during the night and were now partially trapped between the post and the mattress. You lifted my hand from behind my head long enough to disentangle the strap and remove the purse. I was right: Your answering smile as You came through the door and saw me waiting for You just made me light up inside, Sir. And strangely, I recognized the sound of the engine: it was my car.




















