I would feel like doingsomething reckless just to show her how happy I am with being her pet. Iloved when the light in her eyes would change and becom... darker and shewould bring me close to her and her mouth would hungrily ravish mine, herhands caressing me in the middle of the street sometimes. I loved itbecause I knew that she was being excited by my submission to her and inthose cases I was being particularly lovely or as she would put it, verygood at being a sissy pet.I was not wearing too. ”I shook my head, not completely sure what I was hearing.Then she smiled at me. “If you are as turned on as I am right this second,” she looked up and down my body, “get naked and join me upstairs. If you come up dressed, I’ll change and we can go bike riding, although I might be dripping wet after a few miles on that seat.”She turned and her robe floated to the ground as she went to the stairs. All I could do is look at her body. It was obvious she either sunbathed in the nude or her. “Looks like I was worried about nothing.”“Oh, it took me all week to psyche myself up for this,” I admitted. “I thought long and hard about how to handle this. I mean, I - I don’t see myself as gay. So, how do I justify doing this? Am I gay and I don’t know it?”“No,” my friend said. “Let me assure you, gaydar is real. And, you are definitely not gay. You’re very butch and very straight. And, I like you just like that. This is just you being very generous.”“Well, OK,” I said. “Then, I also. Her fingers hooked my swim shorts, and I scooted closer to the edge of the car seat. Her head was between my thighs, her eyes level with my clothed cock. She tugged the stubborn fabric and they came free; she slid them to my knees, then my ankles, and they were off. Only my boxers stood between her and my cock. The full extent of my erection looked like it was about to burst through my cotton boxers using sheer willpower and hunger alone. Her fingers approached the base of my cock, and I.