I was actually thankful for the steel cage that wasquickly snapped closed, protecting my "sissy stick" from any furtherabuse.I still remember the soun... of the padlock clicking shut. Deep down I knewthat it would remain shut for a very long time. It's been nearly two yearsnow, and I haven't had access to my sissy stick in all that time. I don'tmind. I get my pleasure now by being a perfect sissy slut. I can even cumfrom being fucked in the ass, provided that they fuck me really hard andtreat me. She asked me if I saw anything I liked. Idid. It was a medium length straight brown wig with highlights. It wasa very simple wig. She sat me down in a salon chair. She used a pickand brushed the wig out a little. She moved a couple of adjustable tabson the inside. She had me pull my head forward and flipped the wigbackward into place on my head. She explained as she went on how toproperly put on the wig. She told me how the wig was made with realhuman hair.I looked into the mirror. . There were echoes of the thumping of his balls from my ass. I groaned, groaned, tried to withstand his asses on my butt, and after a couple of even faster bouts, pushed him to the end and began to cum. He started to cramp. I rested my hand on his balls, feeling the jerk and emptying into me.I was hoping in my head that the condom lasted because I'm totally done. I guess he was coming off a couple of jets because it took me forever. He lowered his legs from his shoulders and slowly pulled the. Shall we?’ she said, gesturing to the table. He was surprised that his barb had appeared to have missed its mark and wondered if she really was that cold hearted. He took his seat opposite her and true to her word she ate with utensils and did nothing seductive. Except just sit there and eat. Even though she was behaving, he still couldn’t help but think about the last time he had been here and how the dinner had ended. He looked about the crowded table and almost all of the same dishes were.