And he also loved themicrofiber stockings I got, and the fishnets. He finally got to like mybrunette wig, although he made clear that he liked my natu...al blonde hairbetter, but he instructed me not to get a blond wig. He wanted to wait myhair grow naturally.Over the weeks my anxiety increased. The last few times we connected hedidn't even let me touch my dick, and I had no chance to release,although he did make me fuck myself and get off by watching his cock onscreen. As he warned me, my balls. " I know enough to know that I love you, and I'm willing to listen to anything you have to tell me," she said. "Are you going to let the past interfere with your future?" She added with a little giggle, "The thought of being in love scares me too, but I want it so bad I can't - I won't - let the fear stop me."I got up and refilled our cups, then resumed my seat. So many different emotions were flying through my head at once I couldn't keep track of any of them.She continued, "You were my first.. Oh well, I could wait until after the party to get myself off. I finished in the shower, and looked in the mirror. My blond hair was curly and I just pinned the sides up. I grabbed my white boy shorts and white bra and pulled them on. I decided against putting any make up on. The mask that came with the dress would just hide it anyways. So what was the use? I pulled some pantyhose out of the brand new package I had gotten a few weeks ago and began to pull them on. I looked down at my leg and. They both reached me at the same time. The look in both their eyes had me melting. I could feel the wetness, warm and sticky, between my legs. I was being escorted down the stairs by two very hot Doms. When we reached the main room again, I could see that I was the last submissive to be caught. They led my to the center stage, the one with the chain hanging from the ceiling, like my dream. Master Marcos removed my corset, he ran his fingers down my back. His touch sent chills down my spine. My.