She used a single cord to bind my ankles together, and another to stretch them to the footrail.Sex slaves are not supposed to speak unless spoken to -...it was one of our rules. But Jeanine could tell I was bursting to ask why the change. she always tied me down the same way.She sat next to me, and placed a hand over my mouth. That meant she expected me to try to interrupt, and didn't want me to."Nine days ago," she began softly, "you gave me the most intense orgasms I have ever had, or hope to. I then saw it snake back out of my vision, and I knew that I was in store for another such horrendous lash. I howled "no.o.o.o.o!" through my sobbing tears, but heard the whizzing noise as the lash sped towards my helpless body. Again the whip struck and twisted around my body, this time higher, somewhere up around my waist. The pain was horrendous. My body, even though hanging helplessly like a carcass, shook and spasmed, causing me to swing about on the rope.I screamed, I howled, I pleaded. Sharon helped him out of his clothes and maneuvered him to the couch. He was already hard.Gina knelt before Matt. "Oh you've got a nice one Matt. I like smooth cocks with a nice big head. Come around over here Sharon, you lucky girl." Wait a minute. Shouldn't you guys be naked too? I mean you don't want any stains on your clothes..." Good point Matt. Sharon would you unzip me please?" Gina let her dress pool to her feet and stepped lightly out of it. "Let me help you, you seem a little. I declined and went to the computerto look up sports results.It was a pretty ridiculous thing to do. Here I was wearing a bra, tightsand a dress and I was still trying to show my wife that I was a realman!When dinnertime came, my wife took to making it. She served me as I satdown at the table. We had our normal conversations. I wanted to impresson her that me wearing a dress was no different from me wearing men'spants. I felt ridiculous doing it. As we finished, I gave in to myfeminine side and.