** ** ** ** ** ** ** Her hands on my back, her nails in my skin, the pleasure pain of her holding me so very tight. I couldn’t make my mind compreh...nd just how this was, how we had come to be here, but at that moment I could also not care in the least. This woman, who ever she was, when I looked into her eyes, when she looked back I felt like a string was being tied to me. Delicate fingers making a ribbon bow around my heart. I wanted it and feared it at the same time. Who was she? This dream. It had been so long."I can't hold it! I have to go! Go now. Right now. Ahhh!"She shut her mind to her humiliation and ignored the sound of streams of liquid hitting the bottom of the pail. It reminded her of the farm and her milking duties early in the morning. The sound of the warm milk gushing into the pail was so similar. With no paper and no clothing available, Olga used the back of her hand to wipe away the drops of dew still clinging to her pretty blond bush. The young girl was usually. Oh sure, I willoccasionally dole out more severe punishments but when I lock up hismanhood (sissyhood?) I'm also locking him away from me. And there'ssurely no need for me to suffer.I had been playing with his mind lately. I had him in his boy clothesfor four straight days. I could sense his anxiety rising. So thismorning, after my orgasm, I asked Sissy if he'd like to be allowed towear a bra. Naturally, he jumped at the chance, barely noticing just howtight it was as I slipped it over his. His taste. His smell. I was the other woman. * “Stewart, why don’t you kiss me?” I tease, as we twirl around in circles. There is music in the background and incandescent lighting across the ballroom. My red dress flows with each movement, while his rough hands guide me around and around the dance floor. “I thought you’d never ask.” Stewart’s eyes twinkle as he leans forward. I lean back avoiding his kiss and break his grip against my waist. I give him a devious smile before turning on my.