I don't understand what I'd performed wrong, but Mistress was clearly in a foul mood. I stood bare in a corner, while she slowly walked through the cloakroom and silently pointed to the things on the shelves that I was estimated to collect and to utilize to myself without further wait or protest. First, she directed at a black Latex mask with tiny freezer slits for the eyes and an extensive opening for nose, mouth and chin. Next, she pointed at a red position collar made of heavy heavy leather. Then she pointed towards my least beloved device. It was a tiny plastic chastity tool crate that was pre-wired for electro excitement at the sides and the bottom and which also included a long conductive plastic dilator. Eventually she pointed towards the large leather cuffs for all four of my ankles. I bowed my head to Mistress to signal that I'd understood and rapidly grabbed the things from the shelf. Instances later I was ready and stumbled out of the cloak room. The sm...