I lost contact with her when I went to university." Dot lookedrather smugly at me. "And I never dressed again. Before I asked Dot'smother to marry me,...I told her about my earlier crossdressing, I couldn'tkeep any secrets from her. She spoke to the church elders and said shewould marry me so long I never dressed or talked about it again. I onlystarted dressing after she threw me out, I thought if I was beingpunished I might as well succumb to my desires. Later, when I became evenmore depressed. I gave her a loaf of bread and a can of ravioli to eat as I locked her in her box again, and went off to work.== Shitting on HerA few days later I shit on her. I had a full rectum when I went to see her, and decided to use it on her. The rattle of her chain in the dark basement was my welcome sound. "Hello slave" I said, and waited for her to present herself as expected. She did, wordlessly and slowly going to all fours. "Not good enough" I said. "I didn't hear you say 'hello Master', your. My mom got up and started fiddling around, cleaning up the kitchen, doing busy work.I wasn’t about to get into the same discussion with Randi, so I gulped down the rest of my cereal and got up and left. I looked around, in my room, for my jock strap, but never found it. I did find a pair of last year’s jeans shorts, which I knew were really tight on me, and laid them aside, for later that night.My plan to wear tight shorts didn’t quite work out. That’s because habit kicked in, and I didn’t. Maine kuch nhy bola tab pass hi sarson ka tel tha usne meri saree upper ki aur maalish karne lga main garm ho rhy thi kabhi kisi mard se aisa nhy karwayeya tha. Mere muh se siskiyan nikal rhy thi. Tabhi usne mujhe bola ki aunty ap jeans kiyon nhy pati ap sunder ho sexy ho ek baar ajmao toh sahi pehle toh maine nah bol diya bt tareef sun reh na payi aur room mein jaa kar beti ki jeans pehnne lgi bt jeans bahut tight thi aur top bhi jis karan mujhe bra panty uttar ke usse pehnna pada top itna.