I had been naked but for a pair of her warm panties, I liked that!She wore frilly one's for me, then when I had undressed, she would make me take her ...anties off, real slow as well, making me touch them with every inch they went until they slipped off her legs and onto mine!She made me smell them too, deep in the crutch, then she would tell me to slip them on and fondle myself!I didn't need telling twice!The basement was kitted out for bondage, camera's too, there was a cage on the floor, big. I could feel Jake’s bare skin. He had pulled his pants down and was now laying on top of me. Jake leaned in close. I could feel his breath just an inch from my left ear. “Ready to become my bitch,” he whispered. I was terrified. I couldn’t see, but I felt his prick and balls between my legs. I didn’t have a homosexual bone in my body. I never had a homosexual thought and now, here I was, naked in front of a bunch of guys about to be fucked in the ass. My mind was in turmoil and I couldn’t. . I could almost read her thoughts. ?Was she asking me to rub her feet, what makes her think I?d do that?? But deep down inside, I knew she was using every last ounce of self control not to run over to my feet.As she stood contemplating her next move, I said in an irritated voice, ?Oh, just forget it never mind.?The look of despair that crossed her face told me all I needed to know. She was mine. It was decision time for her, ?OK, I?ll do it.??No forget about it, you obviously don?t want to,. Yet, one of the facets of my personality about which I *was*certain was my lust for women. Not, mind you, a woman. But women. Pleural. That both the broad brush strokes of our culture as well as the more narrowly defined constraints of our local society didn't condone such a view was clear, even to an insensitive teenage male such as me. I may have been a libertine at heart, but I wasn't dumb about it. I kept my views to myself.I was, at the time, dating a girl, a high-school cheerleader, named.