We saw hands against flesh, leather against flesh, wood against flesh. We saw people bound in knots, hung from the rafters, bent in ways flesh and bon... wasn't supposed to be bent. Plus we saw sex, lots of sex, men on women, women on women, women on men, men on men. I'd never seen others having sex before, and could count on one hand the number of nude women I'd seen let alone had sex with.When our shift ended we couldn't get home fast enough. We couldn't get out of that chastity wear fast. This was entirely a one-way relationship, we never had sex, she never performed a sex act on me, never allowed to see her in a state of undress. We had gradually shifted from a conventional boyfriend/girlfriend relationship into a full Mistress/Slave relationship.I'd now be be doing her household chores, I was now her domestic slave to use and abuse, and I loved it. I love being her bitch obeying her every command. Then she said as we weren't in a sexual relationship I had no need for a dick. Of course, at that time. Chelsea was wearing feminine itemsonly because she was forced to wear them under the constant petticoatpunishment that had been laid on her. Things were different now. SheWANTED to dress like a girl, she WANTED these items and looked forwardto how they felt and looked on her.Jessica enjoyed seeing Chelsea so enthusiastic toward her new thingsand her new position as a lady's maid. It made her feel good to seeChelsea so excited but it also turned her on. There was. Was pretty packed out with a lot of youngsters considering I was in my early 40s but thought what the hell and headed to the bar. While waiting 2 lads stood beside me in the queue and started chatting to me asking if I was from around here,enjoying the music etc. They were two very good looking lads and very cocky and confident. We sat in a booth and chatted some more when the younger lad put he's hand on my thigh, I just looked at him and smiled and said I wasn't into guys, "how do you know if.