He told me he was big when we were chatting but wouldn’t send me a photo as he said regardless of whether I liked it or not I would be tasting it. T...at was what drew me to him. Throughout all our initial conversations he had a sexy sternness to him where I believed if we did ever meet he would 100% take full charge of me and that’s all I wanted. To be nothing more than a sexual plaything to him. After only a day of chatting I agreed to meet him at his house that night. I told him my boundaries. I even was able to establish contact with Monsieur Pichette, who was trapping with many men in New York, and provide a regular outlet for their furs to the European markets when George established a branch office in that city. My knowledge of French allowed Smith and Northam to become the largest trader of furs to Europe.It was during this period that France and Britain once again waged war, a seemingly endless occupation from before the Norman Conquest until the present Eighteenth Century. The. This year it was Little Bo Peep.It appeared that the Easter Pageant was mainly an 'Old Girls' reunionfor all the ex-pupils of Mistress Janet's Academy. The school was awashwith dozens of adult couples and some had even brought their childrenwho I instantly recognised as pupils at the school. (Apparently I wasnot the only budding sissy to have had her sperm milked and frozen forfuture use.) It had been going on at Mistress Janet's for years andsome couples had even conceived their own children. But it was the second time I saw her, a week or so later, that was our first real meeting. That time, as I returned home from the office, I saw her approaching me on the walkway our apartments shared, beside the large circular fountain that showered above a shallow decorative pool. She wore a sparkly red evening gown that generously revealed the luminous skin of her shoulders. On her feet she wore a pair of black high heels, a pair I came to treasure, since they were the cause of our meeting..