Holding Alexa’s beautiful, petite body in my hands. Feeling her perfect, perky little ass was enough to send me into lust overload. Feeling her body...beneath me, her breathing as I entered her. The tight, incredibly wonderful sensation of fucking her, a hard to explain physical and emotional connection.Alexa began to sneak out at night on occasion. I think it was a thrill for her, to be outside and dressed up as a girl, even if it was just out in the back yard or down the street. It was exciting. When we entered it she said, "Every girl has to have her first bra fitting. Take off your blouse, sweetie, and we'll get you measured."I took off my blouse, showing the pink camisole."It's very pretty, but take off your cammi too."I took off the camisole and was standing there with a bare chest and a headscarf. She took a tape and measured my chest."Wait here and let me get your first bra." She returned with a white lace covered bra, put it on me, then put in the fake breasts. "There, that. She had enjoyed being placed in bondage and spanked, both with his hand and the leather paddle, even though she would be reminded of this every time she sat down for the next week! Still, it had been worth it, since excitement is what she had been missing with her ill-fated relationship with Brad!Once, when Master Scott had taken her to a weekend gathering of other D/s couples, another submissive had warned her that she was now “ruined” and would only desire bondage sex – that D/s folks were. Then I noticed that right at the end of the pew there was a doll. Irecognised it as the doll I'd seen at Mummy's on my first visit. The dollwith skirt and petticoats. And (presumably) boy bits in its prettyknickers. Then Alice arrived and soon afterwards another couple of girlswith more matching earrings. Several of us had folded coats, so these wereall put at the end of the pew, with the boy doll sitting on top of them. Iguess by this time we had all realised why it was that we hadn't.