"He did, substituting the wrong numbers for both the year of manufacture and the serial number of the car. The attendant didn't think to check it hims...lf.Lacey followed him to her new apartment. She had to examine her keys to find the one that went to the door. She went in and looked around."I don't remember any of this," she said, sadness in her voice. "I live here?" You did the last time I picked you up for dinner," he said.She picked up a picture of her grandparents."These are my. She grinned and told me tokneel in front of her. I did as I was told and waited to learn how Iwould pay."What you're going to do is keep a sissy diary. You will describe whatyou wear and everything I do to you, plus all the details about ourinteresting sex life. And..." She took a few seconds to let me realizethat what came next was going to be important. "... you will write downwhat you're afraid I might do to you, what discipline I might apply, howI might change your sex life to make it. 3 pumps later I was gasping because he was deeper than I expected and still getting into a rythm. I have always been pretty quiet during sex,especially this kind,but I was clenching my teeth to keep from crying out. His paws squeezed me tighter as he gained speed and strength and I hung my head,the world disolving into nothing but that pounding,the jolts in my belly and my ass seeming to be on fire with a wet heat. I was making a low barely audible moaning sound and he was growling and. I'm going to help you relax, now." She held up a shining crystal pendant, that dangled from a thin chain, spinning it gently. The pendant caught the brightness from the lights overhead, and threw little flashes of sparkling colors into Dorthy's eyes. "Watch the crystal, Dorthy. And listen to my voice. Let it relax you deeper and deeper. Let your body relax onto the cushion. The cushion of the sex rider. It feels so good, doesn't it? You just can't wait for me to turn the machine on. Can.