"Claire laid there in thought. So did I. She spoke first."You know if I want to be a Dominatrix and you want to be a Sissy, wecould help each other tr...mendously.It wouldn't have to be something long term. Just a little while, like yousaid. And we have the money and the time and the place to be what we wantto be. Why shouldn't we?" I agree. I will do whatever it takes to help you be the Dominatrix ofyour dreams." And believe me, if I am a Dominatrix, you will be a Sissy!"Claire thought some more. We were kissing each other wildly.He started pressing my boobs.he pushed me to the bed.I was lying on it in an inviting pose.He undressed himself and jumped over me.He had a big sexy cock.He tore my blouse.I was not wearing a bra.So he saw my boobs.And twisted my nipple,I was moaning.He was sucking the other breast. He played with my boobs for some time and the untied my petticot.I was wearing a pink panty.He took it off smelt it a bit with passion and threw it away.Then he started licking my. I bought duplicates of everything but the whips. She shows signs of becoming more aroused with every item I pick up. It’s as though she’s already accepted the idea that she’s going to end up in that sling and having accepted her fate she’s turned on by everything now.We slowly went up and down all three of those long aisles. I added a few more items to the cart; ring gags that hold a person’s mouth open and available, an assortment of butt plugs, vibrators and dildos, and finally back to the. “What? There is no ... Oh,” he smiled. “All right, let’s call her Mrs Smith. But in your head, you have to be thinking about the right person.”“All right. What about her?”“Would you take her if you could?”I shrugged. “Don’t know.”“Think about it. Think about her. Your ‘Mrs Smith’, if she was available as a concubine, would you want to take her?”“She wouldn’t be a concubine,” I said. “She’d be like you and me.”“A sponsor?”I nodded.“Okay, so you think she’s a sponsor. But if she were a concubine,.