..but she liked it...it turned her on. She started yelling like it hurt...but there was a smile on her face and the devil in her eye....I pushed her ...own on the couch...made a quick noose and tied her hands together and then to the foot of the couch. Then I really went at her tits, twisting the hell out of them....she yelled so loudly that my ears rang. She never did use her safe word...which she mumbled to me while I was biting the side of one of her breasts as a "just in case" thing. I. The shop seemed likesomething from 50 years ago. A glass topped and fronted counterdisplayed trays of underwear carefully arranged by size and style.Shelves all round the walls were piled high with cardboard boxes, eachlabeled with its contents in black marker pen. High shelves containeddisplays of wigs in a variety of colours, cuts and styles. An elderlylady, a motherly figure, stood behind the counter; she smiled as weentered and spoke to us."Hallo dears, how can I help you today?" she. So you whore them out? Yep don't worry you get paid now get over here.I sit down and she ties my wrist to the chair, What the hell?? Well you look is not finished. She grabs a wig and makeup and starts getting me ready. Her Mother comes in and says looking good when your done bring her into the room 4, it's a locker room and put her in a cheerleader outfit.She grabs a short cheerleader outfit that barely covered me and took me to the locker room.In there was another sissy with a matching outfit. When we’re in the midst of those moments, it’s I who would be feeling guilty if I told him, ‘I love you’ in the heat of passion. After the fact, I definitely would feel guilty if I did that and you didn’t know. I’m not saying that it’s rational but I feel that if you’re watching, I can do or say anything without worry, because nothing I say or do is behind your back. Now, everything in the bedroom will be recorded but I still liked it when I knew that you were watching live. A thought occurred.