Much use of spreader bars, but always the bondage was not an end in itself, but a method of immobilising me to make me available for sex of one sort o... another.It was with a great sense of relief that I then crawled back to my cell. I heroically, (well I thought it was heroic), refrained from touching my tender skin, and just kept my hands on the floor, like a good doggy. Both the other cells were empty, and when my latest master left the room, I realised I had sole billing on the video show,. Ishared that with my audience. I actually had a lot of fun doing that- sharing it with others. Itwasn't all men either. There were lots of responses from women afterthat night, some good suggestions.I debuted my things, my new look, a few days later. I hadn't gone overboard. But I kind of did, too. I was fitted in aclothing store for the very first time, as a woman, I mean. I recountedhow I'd stood there frozen as the sales lady had measured my breasts, myhips, the rise of my crotch. . She kept smooching and I told her I was cumming. She bent near my cock and I came straight into her mouth. She ate all my cum and cleaned my cock with her pallu of saree. Then, we drove towards her house.She lived on the 3rd floor near Babulnath temple. We took stairs instead of lift till her flat arrived. Just as she closed the door, I hugged and bit her from behind on her neck and she was making sounds of “ooohhssss ahhhhs hooooff.”Then, she said she needs to check whether her 5 year son and. She rolled slowly to her left side and supported her head on her hand as she stared down at his magnificent shaft. All the while she looked at it she could feel her insides start to churn from the residue of the previous evening's unfulfilled arousal brought on by teaching her son how to kiss and lick her face and then watching him finger fuck his own asshole to an astounding orgasm. And even though Caroline had been forced to french her cunt to orgasm earlier in the evening, she hadn't cum.