Tammy looked out of the window. It was raining!!

Eagerly, she went into the study and bounced up and down in front of her mistress, Marianne.

Marianne, now distracted by Tammy, looked up from what she had been doing, then looked out of the window.

“Oh, come on then…”, she said, with a groan, but smiling as well. “Let’s get you ready…”

Tammy could hardly contain her excitement…

Marianne fastened Tammy’s arms behind her back, with the new armbinder she had bought her. She then fitted Tammy with the facemask with the built in penis gag, fitting the transparent cord between the straps to lock it on.

Next, she brought out the thick yellow raincoat, with the fake arms built into the sleeves…

The bulge on the back, normally used to cover a rucksack, was perfect to contain Tammy’s armbinder.

From outside, Tammy looked just like a young woman in rainwear, out for a walk (which she sort of was…!).

Tammy, unable to contain herself, scampered to the front door.

Marianne let her out, calling “Be back in an hour, those dishes won’t do themselves…!”

Tammy was in her element. Fully restrained and free at the same time…

She skipped along the road, her ‘arms’ flapping in a very natural way, splashing in puddles and looking in shop windows, behaving like a naughty schoolgirl.

She also couldn’t believe how flexible her real arms had got, since Marianne started training her! They were bundled up behind her, and it didn’t hurt at all…

She looked in at the café, then the hairdresser. She liked the look of some of the designs, but decided she still preferred Marianne cutting her hair. Besides, she really liked her tomboy cut, and it didn’t get in the way during her maid duties.

She carried on having fun looking around. She was a little surprised, however, when something pulled her up short. She looked back. Someone had accidentally shut one of her artificial hands in a shop door…

Tammy flew into a panic. What was she going to do? She had no way of freeing herself, and she should be yelling in pain now, to hide the fact the hands were fake…

Luckily, the person that had tried to shut the door opened it again, and Tammy quickly pulled her ‘hand’ free, but not before the young man noticed.

“Oh, God! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?”, he cried. Before Tammy could stop him, he looked at her hand to check it. The fingers were a bit bent, but now obviously artificial.

“Oh!”, the man said. “An artificial hand? At least it didn’t hurt you, but I’m very sorry about any damage that I’ve caused.”

Tammy blushed. “S’Ok”, she mumbled, able to make herself semi-understood, despite the gag. She suddenly realised that the man was looking at her more closely…

“You have gorgeous eyes, you know that?”, he said. Was he hitting on her?

Tammy blushed again but pulled away. After all, she was spoken for…!

As she turned to go, the man’s hand brushed against the back of her coat. Damn, this was turning her on! Her situation, as well as the man’s advances, were getting too much for her.

Mumbling that she had to go, she quickly headed back home, and headbutted the door to get Marianne to let her in.

“You’re back early!”, said Marianne. “Hardly worth getting you ready.” She then saw the damaged hand…

Marianne quickly stripped Tammy off until she was completely naked. Even her catsuit. She then thoroughly inspected her all over. Tammy thought she’d done something wrong…

It was only when she saw the tears in Marianne’s eyes that she realised she was really worried about her. She was so worried, she put her straight to bed… then joined her…