I could get used to wearingpretty things I thought to myself.I remembered then that I was the man of the house but that the women ofthe house had turn...d me into a cheerleader.How had I been so weak? How had I been so easy to feminise? Were womenthe stronger sex and men the weaker one? Was it a sign of strength orweakness that I had gone from being male to female?Was my dream real, then? How I was dressed was evidence the dream wasreal wasn't it?Sarah then knocked before opening the door and. She: Its ok..ho jata h..aur wese b apki to koi gf b ni h to apko to curiosity jada hogi na..I: Yess..bt tuze bda pta h iske bare me re…ohhh, tune kiya h shayd ye sb!?She: oyyye…aisa kuch ni bs kiss kiya h..tha 1 bf..theater me..I: Q only kiss..isse jada b kr skti thi na..!?She: ha krna to tha pr sala vo kmina nikla, aur b thi uski gf…to bhad me ja bola use..I: ohhh bichari…kese hoga tera…She: Aap to aise bol rhe ho jese apke pas bhot stock pda h gals ka..I: Na stock to ni bt I knw sm1 jo ki. I squirmed with discomfort as she placed twenty in total, arranging them so that they formed two neat rows all along my cock and balls.'Lie down on the floor because now your cock punishment really begins!'I obediently went and lay down, hands passively by my side, my erection standing proud with a line of clothes pinss on my balls.She stood up and took a small whip from the collection on the table. It had short, thin strands of rubber and she had made it herself from old windscreen wipers. I. Many days passed away without even talking to each other. It was just one month ago that this incident happened which once again re started the enjoyment of our sex life. I run a factory where around 30 girl workers are there. One of her was shereen. She was very nice and good looking but I was always afraid to touch her as she was very friendly with my wife who used to visit my factory now and then. She got married and the couple visited our house frequently. Shereen left the job after the.