Please read my previous stories titled “Enslaving divorced reader” to know our previous experiences.I am from Delhi and feel free to ping me for f...edback or share your experiences or to have some fun on And, for those who fear about privacy, I don’t reveal any identities nor names. These experiences are shared by changing names and also with the consent of my partner. Now coming back to my experience after our previous encounters, Nitya had started craving for more sex with every passing day. My only hope was that the pool light being out would provide enough darkness to not be seen completely and that the men would take a quick dip and then retreat back to wherever it was that they had come from. I held my breath and waited to see what would happen next.As I’ve mentioned, crossdressing is something I have done my entire life, but also that it has been something I have done alone. I’d fantasized a number of times about being with a partner while being dressed up in women’s. This will be a step of no return. You are both going to be marked tonight. Are you ready?" Kate then answered, "Yes, Master. I know we're both ready for this." I said, "Master, it sounds scary, but, let's do it." Great", Master said. Come inside. We came in, and entered the kitchen. There, sitting at the table, was Allan and a woman. Master then said, "Sue, this is slut and slave. Slut and slave, address my guests properly." "Hello Master Allan and Mistress Sue", we both said. Master then said,. It had a wide neck line and showed a lot of cleavage, and was well fitted to my figure. My nipples were still hard and were clearly visible through the top. I decided to go without wearing panties, my pussy already damp against the cool air and the rough material of my skirt. Checking the fridge I made sure I had milk and coffee. I would have to offer him something when he arrived. Quickly tidying the living room, I heard the door bell ring and felt my tummy knot. Nervously I walked to the door.