That next day up and 5 am and we headed to the northern edge of my property to start repairing the fence. Finished the day at about 5 pm and headed ba...k to the house. I have a screened in porch on the back of the house with a large to headed shower at one end. Told him we would shower before going inside. Had big beach towels hanging on the wall and a large laundry basked. Walked over and started stripping, made sure as I pulled off by boxer shorts that I bent over giving him a good look at my. At least that way we kids have a chance. Make it clear when the committee is formed that is the rule. Can you do that?"Her eyes were so cool, so gray as she studied me."It was my mom's idea," I admitted, looking down.Her lips quirked up in a little smile. "She's a wise woman." Yes'm," I agreed. "Can you do it?"She had that secret little smile going again. "Something can be done," she answered, turning to her bookshelf and taking something down. "I think you could use this." She handed me a real. The whole D/S thing. Standard gayboy SM stuff. I like that too. But what really gets my motor running iswhen he has me as his bitch. Frills and lace, lipstick and panties.That makes me damn near swoon! We played a couple of times like that.Too rarely for my tastes. Perfectly timed for his.Then he brought me to his place one night to show me his current toy.He'd been working on this pussy boy for some time and it showed. Acomplete sissy. He deliberately had me dress as full-on butch as Icould.. “Never mind that for now. Come inside with me. You’re home.”As much as a taskmaster she is, and meticulous, she also likes to pamper me. Not too much but certainly not too little. We “palled” around at home a lot growing up. Popcorn nights and cartoons. Board games, cooking lessons, paint-on spot on top, teasing each other about dumb stories here and there. She’d ask me plenty about what interests me and there wasn’t any subject too adult (meaning, nothing she would imply was above my head or.