During the day I wore panties and a half slip instead of a T-shirt under my jeans. In gym the guys would tease me but it was the way life was.At home ...t seemed right wearing panties, slips and a skirt or dress. I never understood it but this is how I was raised. Hand me down dresses and blouses was what I always wore.School was horrible and the guys fought me all the time. I had to defend myself all the time. Then one day I stopped school and my sisters taught me at home. I finally graduated. She unbuckled my belt, unzipped me, and reached inside to release my cock. By this time, it was throbbing and at full attention. She pulled my jeans and underwear down, gave a couple of strokes, squeezed the head, and looked up at me. "Yes, that's exactly what I need!". I stepped back and pushed her back on to the bed, legs splayed wide and hanging over the edge. I got on to my knees and slowly ran my hands up the inside of her thighs, under her skirt. She lifted her ass as I bunched her skirt. "Hello, Master." It sounded strange to my ears but there was a rightness too. It was hard to reconcile my feelings and thoughts."Go to the chair in the playroom." Yes, Master." The chair? I would suck his cock again if he wanted. I know he liked it. I thought about telling him so but I stayed silent and obeyed.He didn't appear for the longest time. It always caused anxiety. He didn't seem to do anything but watch TV so I had no idea what would delay him.When he showed up he strapped me to the. I slipped my fingers underneath his helmet and found that special place, making him groan and physically sag in the wrist restraints. Teasing him unmercifully, I leaned forward, and he was even groaning before my mouth touched him, he had felt my breath again. I forced my lips around it, mouth stretched to the limit. My arms encircled his thighs to trail a figure over his anus, his pleasure was loud and appreciative. Then I heard it quite plainly, the badly shutting door in the next room, I had.