I do not know what I'd done improper, but Mistress was certainly in a bad mood. I stood bare in a corner, while she slowly went through the cloakroom and quietly directed to those items on the shelves that I was estimated to collect and to utilize to myself without further delay or protest. First, she directed at a black Latex disguise with really small zip slits for the eyes and a wide starting for nose, mouth and chin. Next, she pointed at a red posture collar made from thick major leather. Then she directed towards my least beloved device. It was a small plastic chastity tool crate that has been pre-wired for electro excitement at the edges and underneath and which also involved a lengthy 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 had recognized and quickly grabbed the items from the shelf. Instances later I was ready and stumbled from the cloak room. The sma