Then I found a red lacy one that was more my size. I took off my shirt and skirt and slipped it on. Although the top was made for a woman with bigge... breasts, like Amy, It fit pretty well. I went over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I could see the little tuft of hair above my pussy through the lace. I turned and looked at my ass. Not bad. I was certain if Mike was there I could get him hard.I snooped around a little more. There was nothing else interesting in the. I am not dominant because of the strength or the mass of my body. I am not, nor would I want to be dominant with all women. Yet, to you I am Master. I am your Master only after earning your trust and I embrace your submissiveness. I have looked into your heart and mind, and clearly see your desires and passions. You have thrown away your desires and passions. You have thrown away your fears and inhibitions. You tell me of the needs of your heart and body. You have given me total access. "Spread out bitch!" he demands; and suddenly I know where he is goingwith this."No! No! No! No! Pulllleeesssee!!!" I beg of him and try to sit up."Get down on the bed you fucking whore!" he grunts and pushes me backdown on the bed.Robert falls on top of me pinning me with his weight. As much as I tryto struggle I can't fight him and I end up tied to the four-poster bed,my wrists and ankles stretching at the pantyhose that tie me to thebedposts. I can move my arms and legs a little because. By the weekend, dad was as comfortable going outin a dress as any lady."Dad put on a bra, slip, and pantyhose, and then stepped into a cutelight brown corduroy skirt, white turtleneck top, and a pair of high-heeled boots. He put on his makeup, fixed his wig, and turned into apretty lady."'Your turn.' He smiled and helped me put on my first pair of pantyhose.'You have to be careful with these Kerri; they can get runs in them andwon't look pretty anymore.'"How could you not love wearing.