I was at this man's mercy. This man who could easily be my Master, or my Lord. No. I didn't recognize the voice. Oh, God... It was a neighbour. I didn...t know many neighbours, but had a feeling I'd never met this one before.I cried out against his cock, my voice sounding muffled, choked, as his cock slid in and out of my throat. I didn't dare bite. Or did I? I felt the panic rise in me, wondering again if my owners knew what this man was doing. I wondered, too, what the men, my owners, were. I am not allowed to wear women's slacks, hotpants, girl's shorts, clam diggers, leggings, skorts or even women's pyjamas. Obviously I am also not allowed boxer shorts, as I am forbidden from ANY male clothing but I am also not allowed French-cut knickers as they are too similar to boxers.As far as Mistress Lisa was concerned I had not worn any item of male clothing or anything resembling trousers for six years. She was very clear about the fact that I was to only wear skirts or dresses.I have. Thalia’s light blue eyes highlighted by tiny little sparkles of light as she reaches up to softly kiss me. It felt as if a cool breeze blew softly over my lips. She gently caressed my arm, it felt like the softest water flowing over my arm. She lowers her head letting it rest on my chest and the aroma of jasmine fills my nostrils. I softly whisper into her ear as she closes her eyes, her head cuddled into my chest with the top of her head nestled under my chin. As the nightingale begins to. She couldn’t believe I would blatantly contact you. She’d expected me to do a bit of stalking and corner you in a bar. But we sorted that one out.’ ‘Um right at the end she said I was to look after you sensitively and that she didn’t care if I fucked your brains out, that she’d given me permission to try you out. And that’s where it ended, we saying goodbye happily.’ ‘That’s good, isn’t it?’ ‘I suppose so, but the thing is I’ve never known her to talk to me like that – she was choked up and.