'I didn't quite know what to think of this. Tights were associated withgirls, at least to me. I had never heard of boys wearing them. AlthoughI'm sure...that my grandma would state that they were if I had asked, itstill didn't feel quite right having a pair of my own.You would think that I wouldn't have cared about what gender they werefor as I was currently wearing a leotard of the opposites, but thesetights I felt were a different matter. My leotard was very similar to aboy's one so I could. I suspect that part of the pleasure he gets is the pleasure of knowingthat I am fighting these confliction of emotions and thoughts for onereason and one reason only, to be his sexual object. The fact that I amwilling to submit completely to him just to get my thrills, to give himcontrol is why he does it. At the same time he gets to satisfy all hissexual desires, since I will do almost anything."Okay baby girl, I want you to do the laundry in my clothes hamper, andclean the bathroom for me,". She came down to the car looking very nervous and wearing what was obviously a brand new dress in what she considered the best quality she could afford.As they moved off, she looked at his immaculate dinner jacket and said, "I'm still very nervous, Your Magnificence. I hope this will be a suitable dress." It's very nice, but I had thought we might shop a little before the Opera," he replied, "For the evening you may call me sir and dispense with the formality."The car drew up outside the. “How do you feel?” She grasped his hand and pressed it against her cheek, clinging to it like a lifeline. “Much better,” she said, wiping away her last tear. “Are you sure about this?” Adrian asked. They were parked in front of the mall and Jenny was putting her things in her purse. “I checked Facebook and she’s working here and her shift is now. I can’t leave without seeing her. Don’t worry, I’m sure she won’t call the cops.”“Well if anything goes wrong, call me and I’ll come back as fast as.