But he cheated on her and moved on, and I had no idea he'd moved back. So the guy who took her cherry was back in the crotch of her tree, riding like ... madman, according to her own words. One thing I did learn, while I wasn't slighted in cock size, after reading it, I realized why she never felt all that tight. there is big, me, and there is OH MY GOD. That was Tom.It seemed when I left for work, Tom pulled into my house not long after. He had been banging my wife for six weeks and I had seen. My dream has come true. I have become Frilly Lillie, a fulltime, big-time, big baby girl.It's almost perfect.As usual, I'm speechless -- gagged as I type - with my chains jingling as the words flow. I can feel my stiffness growing in my pink plastic panties. I feel the butt plug inside me. In the full-length mirror to my left, I can see my short, sheer, pink plastic dress, with matching bonnet and booties. I can see three bags of my pasty, drug-sweetened gruel hanging on high wall hooks behind. I masturbate anally all the time so I already knew that I’d love the physical sensation of having his 9.5 inch dick in my ass, and the real thing felt just as good as the diodes and ass beads and butt plugs I had fucked myself with before that night. He fucked me in every position that he and I could think of and I liked them all – but my two favorites were me riding him cowboy style and me on my back with my legs spread wide and pointing upwards with Jamal fucking me face-to-face missionary. But there will be some rules. The majority of it I will explain to you tomorrow, but for tonight here are the basics:”“I own you. Like I own this sofa, this table and all my other things. You will be one of my things.”“Yes, yes!” she replied, eagerly.“I am not done. My things don’t have names. You no longer have a name. I expect you to know when I am referring to you, and I will probably call you things like slut, whore, bitch, cunt or anything else.“You will do anything I say. That means you.