..AAAAAAHHH!! Sam’s eyes flew open wide as he gasped out loud!CLINK!!..CLINK!!.... CLINK!! Domdadd had a large hammer and was smashing the plug home...! Sam Cried out to stop! AAAAGH...OH SHIT AAAHHH!!!OH GOD!it only drove domdadd on...CLINK!! CLINK! CLINK! CLINK... CLINK... CLINK!the plug going deeper with every hit, the panties becoming tighter and tighter as it entered his ass.he could take no more! Sam couldn’t speak his throat close and he collapsed to the floor from his kneeling. All of the women I ended up in bed with would always ask me if I had my handcuffs, and if I would handcuff them while I fucked them. One of life’s many mysteries I would never solve. Hey, I didn’t mind at all. I was getting laid a lot, after all. I had stopped to pick up a triple espresso and a cannoli from my favorite Italian bakery, Gino's. Gino's mom makes the best pastries, period. Gino is my best friend; we grew up together, got in trouble together, and we eat way too many cannoli. I could see no way ofdressing up the fact that I was the victim of the photo.I looked like an insect in a display case.I looked like a whore."You look quite sexy for a boy!" Andrea mocked.She showed me she had just uploaded the picture to an alternativelingerie fashion site.I felt exposed and humiliated. Because I was a man dressed as a woman? No, I was used to dressing as a woman now, although I was still trying tomake up my mind whether I was a pre-op trans woman or a transvestite, Ithought. "This is fun. Yeah, why not.”“Can I keep the key?”“You hear that, darling? She wants to keep your key.”What was the best way to play this game? We hadn’t had breakfast; I was starting to feel hungry. If Andrea had the key, I had the bolt cropper. I could play this game.“Whatever you decide, love.”Unless Carol had thrown away the bolt croppers I had a way out and I had enough money in the bank to buy as many croppers as I'd ever need. There was no way I was staying caged when we got home.“Andrea.