I sat gingerly and hiked my skirt up as he had trained me to do. Master enjoyed fingering me or pinching and twisting my clit in the car. It was my re...ponsibility to make sure he could access my pussy. I had balked the first time because I felt so exposed. After Master explained to me that my comfort was far secondary to his preference, I began to understand. When he reinforced the message at home with the cat and cornertime, I learned the lesson. As I made the turn to go home, Master reached. My sister said, "Bobbie, do you want to play with the other kids? I'lltake you over if you want." No thank you," I said. Knowing that she only wanted to humiliate memore.My mother said, " Do you really think she can play boys games? She hasnothing in common with them, and she can't play football in a bra,panties and a skirt."She was right, not that the boys would let me play anyway.We went from camper to camper, my father would tell everyone that I wasa sissy, I'd curtsey and smile the whole. I imagine easing my feet from the snug embrace of my leather riding-boots. In my mind's eye, I stand naked in the woods, the cool forest breeze caressing my bare breasts, between my legs...I feel a shudder of arousal which brings me back to the present and I remember the rose.It's quite difficult to get to from the ground. I have to lean on a branch and bend right over between the trees. I can't help but catch my dress on other branches and they tug at my clothes as I lean over, as if trying to. It was like someone was constantly watching me. Yesterday night was the worse…The feeling of “I’m not alone” in the room was overwhelming me. As I sat on the couch I found myself constantly checking over my shoulder. For what, I didn’t know. I had an impulsive desire to get out of the house. It was 9:46PM but like I could give a shit. So I went for a walk to the park across the street. The lights spread out a rotten yellow glow against the swings. I sat at the bottom of the plastic slide,.