.? His words charmed, cajoled, persuaded. This was my big chance - wasn't it?I had to take it, didn't I? So what if I would have to dance occasionally...forthe CEO? So what? Think of all the whores that would in turn dance for me? Laura lapped at my knees. I enjoyed the sight of her eager little tongue dartingback and forth across the stretched latex of my stockings. I couldn't turnthis opportunity down. I just couldn't. "Where do I sign...?" I heard myself ask. "Oh that's wonderful!" My boss. Handcuffs are handcuffs, whip is whip, fucking is fucking, no lies, no deception. No stupid things from a sex shop.Then he ordered me to open my mouth and took a dental gag and began to open it cog by cog. My mouth were opening wider and wider. I felt the last click exactly when my jaw couldn't be opened more. I had gaping mouth, knelt on my knees, hands tied behind my back, completely helpless, in his mercy. I knew He could do whatever He wants with me. And it made me even more horny.He. Not a beauty queen but very fuckable. She was on her back legs spread and getting Fucked Hard by this guy who looked much older the her. She was really getting into it and this guy knew what he was doing, I watched as he pounded her he face was contorted she was cumming hard. He pulled out of her grabbed her by the hair, to throw her onto the floor where he proceeded to get behind her and slammed his cock back into her wet hole. Janice started really getting nasty screaming things like FUCK ME. Being the proper bourgeois boy who is dressing up as a sissy and begging superior blacks to take control is indeed very hot, maybe hotter than just being a regular girl acting like a whore. The corset and choker were already steps toward some kind of total submission, but adding a latex hood was a new fetish I wanted to explore.The latex hood dehumanizes the person who wears it. A woman is not a woman anymore, a trans is not a trans anymore: the “being” becomes entirely a sex object, a sex.