Life is just one embarassment after another. I hope they can'tpeek at the caged sissy.She loves the way my stockings and garter frame my caged up litt...edickie.She keeps finding more reasons to make me go outside in herfavorite sissy outfit. I've hung out the clothes ,worked in theyard,checked the mail, and emptied the trash,wearing nothing butstockings, heels, garter,and of course my cb2000.I believe I know who I am going to ask to take my picture.We have gone tolunch together,and I have tried. She said, "Hello, my little one," and kissed her.Now, Samantha had been kissed by women before -- occasionally even with tongue -- but she'd never been kissed like that. She gave a moan of pleasure and her knees sagged. The woman easily held her up and they began a slow sensual dance.Samantha's body moved with a grace and sensuality that she'd never known, but she didn't worry. All that mattered was Her. Samantha could feel a wet heat building within her. It was a desire, a lust, a hunger like. I do not like to use punishment to get my submissive to do my will, I would much rather use other methods. But as you can see, sometimes an 'attitude adjustment' is necessary to get her thinking straightened out. On those occasions, I am not above using more extreme measures," I told her."Yes, Master. I am sorry you had to spank me today," she said softly."Well it is not unexpected. I have had to do the same to several others to get their minds ready for what I was to teach them. But once I had. On the day I sat there it was more a community center thing. Since it was during the week it was more a game for retired old men. There was housewives league that played there as well.I sat with an old black man and watched the game. He made a comment and I began to see what he meant about the team that won made the least mistakes. Unlike real softball games there was more than a few mistakes. Also more than a few aches and pains I was sure."You know what they need?" I asked the older black.