I said I thought they would be more comfortable, his look suggested thathe disagreed with my assessment. Never the less he slipped them on andlooked q...ite surprised at the fit. He looked awkward for a few minutesas he moved around, but seemed to adapt to them without much trouble.When he served up our bacon and eggs on toast a few minutes later Isaid, "Thanks Chrissie." He looked stunned for a moment as it sunk in,but then he appeared to accept the feminisation of his name. In futurehe might. It searched blindly for a moment only before returning from under the headboard with a padded wrist restraint. When she saw the same look flash across my face that had just slipped from under her carefully composed persona, she knew that she was in good hands… literally. It took mere seconds to insert both of her wrists into the restraints, drawing them tight enough to prevent escape or much movement, if any. That sexy, snarky smile was back on her lips, and I felt my own lips curl to mirror. ” It was difficult to do that. Monica was almost like a little porn queen, flaunting her body because it looked good and she felt good, not because she was forced into it. It was that very attitude that caused a sensation in her Contemporary Issues class. She boldly said if women wanted to work in the porn industry, they should be able to. That earned her a trip to the junior class counselor’s office almost a year ago. She studied like mad, putting her energy into schoolwork. She couldn’t let. When they finally broke their lip-lock, Pyx fell to her knees. "Tell me what you want, Ma'am. I'll do anything you say."Vanessa pulled her to her feet. "I'm not your mistress. We're equals. Why don't you tell me what you want."This had Pyx stumped for a minute. Having her desires in sex mattering was a new concept.She looked up at Vanessa shyly. "Would it be okay to just cuddle?"The red-head nodded. "Of course."Turning off the lights, the two laid on the bed, with the much shorter Pyx's head.