Is this what my future is going to be from now on? Always dressed inridiculous sissy clothing, penetrated, gagged, humiliated, abused andobediently pe...forming any degrading act I am ordered to do?God, I hoped so! The thought made my caged clit push painfully against thehard plastic. Always made to be dressed up, always in heels, alwaysplugged, always teased, humiliated, used, only allowed to cum from analpenetration... And now I am going to my best friend's apartment, dressedin such. By the time his show ended, her pussy was aching for a good hard pounding. She tried hard not to act excited when he motioned for her to get up and she followed him on her leash to the bedroom. There, he fastened her to a hook in the wall near the end of the bed and had her kneel. After putting away his clothing he sat down on the bed in front of her, his legs open and his cock in front of her face. He was hard and she admired the way his cock and balls looked when he was aroused.“Don’t just. I wondered if he was thinking back to that too.Needless to say, my thoughts, our embracing in skimpy clothes and his manly scent, all combined to arouse me and to cause something to stir between my legs. I had to put my hands on Dave’s shoulders and push him back, looking him up and down in an appreciative way: “You look in a very good shape, the gym is definitely doing wonders, I see.”“Thank you,” he said, “and yes, working out is helping me a lot; also at releasing some pressure.”I couldn’t. Timefor business.I didn't want to, knew I had to, think about what that steady look of hismeant. What my gaze back did. I tried to shrug the thought away, regroup,gather myself in, close up. I wrenched right leg over left, awkward in thetight space of the booth, but managed to hook knees and as I tugged again,saw that the man in pinstripes slip closer to the sailor's side. But thesailor kept his eyes fixed on me.I don't think I've ever before been skewered that way by someone else'sgaze, pinned.