I was only too conscious, from looking at myreflection in the mirror, that I really did need a wig and some make-up.Pouring myself a glass of wine and...wearing a navy-blue, box-pleated, knee-length skirt with a pale blue sweater, I settled down in front of thecomputer for an evening of browsing.It wasn't long before I was in a state of overload; there were just somany sites offering goods and services for men who liked to dress aswomen. One particular link caught my eye which, when followed, led. ." Please, let me cum..." I beg"You didn't say, Sir..." Oh, fuck... I'm sorry, Sir..."William strikes me across the face with a hard, resonating slap."One..." he reminds me."Thank you, Sir. The next please," I respond.He continues, and the final one is the hardest. I'm sure an imprint has been left on my face, and I taste blood on my lip which I lick away."Five! Thank you, Sir!"He kisses me again, and I know the punishment is over. George interrupts us by shoving my head down and loudly growls. · His hand ran up the inside of my leg and his finger entered me this was better than talk.· The weight of his body pressed on me I opened my legs wider that’s right bitch let me fuck you. I put my arms around him and we made love.· Afterwards I lay on the bed watching as he stared out of the window he did not say anything and I could feel myself starting to want him again. I stood up and walked up behind him, pressed my breasts against his back put my arms around him and. I spent the day of my hangover hiding in bed and as I felt steadily better I felt that familiar horniness begin to grow. I lay there naked and allowed myself to explore under the duvet. I began to tease my cock as my mind went to thoughts of my favourite hobby. As I day dreamed of wearing sexy lingerie I ran my fingers over my stiffening cock and stroked my smooth, hairless balls. Even then I had a strict regime of hair removal. I gripped my shaft and teased myself, lingering over the sensitive.