“You’re a very beautiful young woman Jill, and very special. I knew that from our first meeting….very special indeed”.I said nothing, just sm...led as my fingers worked down to the top of his trousers. I run them around the top, just enough to feel the skin below, reaching for the button and the zip, I undressed him. He stepped out the discarded trousers and stood infront of me in his boxers, still holding my eyes in his as I worked the boxers down and off to land beside the trousers. This. It had a catch in the front and Mary liked to think that in combinationwith the panties they sent the message that the woman wearing them hoped thatwouldn't be the case for long."Certainly true in my case." She thought slippingon the thong. It felt wonderful, she didn't get to wear them often for fearher mom finding them in the laundry.Bra on she finished her outfit with extremely lowhip hugger jeans that seemed painted on (in fact they had a concealed zipperup each calf to make putting them on. I was paralyzed for a time with the sensation that if I moved even an inch from the base of the bed my genitals would not be coming with me.As I was quivering, awaiting my fate, mistress sat down on the bed with a wooden spoon in one hand. With her other hand, she casually spun the butt plug, now as deep as it could possibly be up my asshole, at various speeds. This made me jump uncomfortably and irregularly. I screamed loud every time these motions tormented my stretched balls all the. I'm not sure she even remembers doing it. And she'd have these crazy fantasies too. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining about most of them. She'd break out the black leather corset and garter belts, the nurse uniform, the schoolgirl short skirt, et cetera. I was more than happy to play the good boyfriend and fulfill 'her' fantasies. But some of them were just too far out of my realm of comfort. I tried where I could. She wanted me to watch her with other guys at first. I wasn't too down.