She put the latte up and I realized that I had to do something. I roused myself from my rapture and moved. I took the latte and said, "Thanks," with a...smile for her.She smiled back before picking up the next drink. I stood for a moment more before turning and left, still thinking of my red-haired Goddess.That night as Megan, my wife, and I were fixing dinner I told her about the girl. Yeah, I know. 'You told your wife, you idiot.' Yeah, I told her. We decided long ago that it was better for me. She should humiliate me without limitation and turn me into a sissywho has to serve not only females but even males. I do want that my Mistress blackmailsme in such a way that I do not have any alternative but to obey. One day Iplaced an ad in the net ? What started as training by a professional Mistress soon turned intoreal slavery by MISTRESS Natascha, MASTER Michail, and their friends. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Becareful. Suddenly, a powerful wave of arousal went through me. April had just finished getting butt- fucked by Rich, and now she was going to get it from me. The thought really turned me on. She was more of a slut than I could believe. Not only that, but Julie was in the other room doing exactly the same thing with Richie."The question is, should I be gentle on you," I teased, sliding my hand into her underpants. April gasped as I touched her asshole. It was lubed and waiting!"Oh," groaned April as I. You're about theright size, maybe a few inches shorter. I thought, 'Why not?' so I tookthe tux into the guest room and got changed. The sleeves weren't toobad, but the trousers were a few inches too long. Mrs. Taylor solvedthat with some masking tape on the inside, found me some socks andshoes, and soon I was ready to re-join the others - well, after Icleaned up my face. And straightened my hair, with the help of somehair gel, which gave me a Roaring Twenties dandy look. Luckily, Iwasn't.