? The slave meekly complied, turning to face his female tormentor, the back of his thighs almost touching the cold oak table.? "Bind him Nicole" Angel...?quickly said.? Nicole reached and grasped his arm, pulling it outstretched, she bound his wrists and ankles to an eye-bolts of an X shaped cross.? The prisoner now stood before Torturess Angela bound wrist and ankle to the X cross while Nicole then bound his thighs and then his hips making him nearly immobile.? He stood there before the two. " Linda told me that you are a TG person transitioning. I admire you forthat. It takes courage to do it and I have first hand experience becausea cousin of mine did it a couple of years ago. She is a proud woman now.Are you thinking of going all the way?"That was a very awkward question to answer because deep down I knew thatI wasn't a full-blown TG, I simply was a cross dresser exploring othersides of my personality.I was blushing all over when I hesitantly answered, "I still am at anearly. Certainly a woman who was used to having doors held open, dropped items retrieved and given the best seat in any restaurant or on any bus. Definitely a woman both admired and hated by other women. Yes that was the outward appearance of Rebecca. But for those, and there were not many, who looked a little more closely at her demeanor and behavior they saw that this woman-child was still full of complete innocence. Unsure of herself and unaware of the sexual desire she sparked in others.. When he kissed her, Geeta knew better than to turn her head, but somehow the kiss was just as much of an invasion as the having his cock in her - perhaps even more so. Charlie shoved his tongue in her mouth, and she wrapped her tongue around his, just as if he were a favourite customer. Geeta just wanted to survive. She hoped that if she showed no resentment, pretended that she hadn't been hurt, that she even had enjoyed the experience, that she might not die that day. Thoughts of revenge were.