Chapter 64

• In my kickboxing class, we didn't spar, just kicked heavy begs. When we finished, it was our legs feeling heavy, not the bags, which is why we worked arms and shoulders afterward. Changing in the locker room, no one commented on our lack of underwear, which somewhat surprised me. Most of the women were curious and always chatting and asking questions of one another. The social aspects were something we both enjoyed. I guess talking about why you were running around without panties and a bra was not a subject for normal conversation. The same when we showered and left afterward. Not a peep was said, though more than a few looked. Normally, we arrived and left in our exercise gear. Today we weren't and no one commented upon the sexiness of our street attire either, although we gathered a fair share of looks as we dressed. At least we didn't have to answer any questions which might have resulted in us admitting we were sex slaves.
• At home, I left my outfit on; Lisa remained naked. I made lunch, Lisa cleaned up. At two, the Lowe's delivery truck driver came to the door. I answered it, Lisa went to the bedroom. I could tell he liked what Master allowed me to wear. The skirt was short and the top was tight, showing my hard nipples. I opened the garage door and signed for the delivery, getting one last lingering look before he left. After the garage door was closed, I removed my clothes.
• "Lisa, I'm going to clear out my underwear drawer for the time being so you have a place to put your things. Neither of us is wearing underwear now, so I might as well put it all away. I'll make some space in the closet for anything which needs to be hung up."