As i'd been thinking about your task, i'd wondered just how i was going t make myself do this last, final act but now that the time had arrived, it wa... easy for, while you'd given no time limits to keep the tacks embedded in me, i'd assumed you meant until the task was complete. Therefore, the quicker i branded myself, the quicker i could remove the pins. This being the case, i applied the brand almost instantly... and then howled out in agony, the gag shooting out of my mouth. Christ, it was. They had been living across the street for a year before Mrs. Michaels became pregnant. When the children were very young I was asked to babysit them when Mrs Michaels and her husband would have a date night. By the time I was 15 I had a huge lustful crush on Mrs. Michaels. I knew that it was just a fantasy, but I would jack off at night, dreaming of her plump red lips wrapped around my cock. I imagined what it would feel like to push her tits together and titty fuck those large boobs. I would. Thebest part about it was the fact that, once I got it on, I couldn't takeoff any of the underclothes without taking it off first. And it lookedlike a dress.I quickly through off my clothes, tore open the packages that I hadjust bought, and got dressed. The panties were the first part. I slidthem up my legs and over my butt. It felt wonderful! I had to calmdown. Still a few more steps left. I put the bra around me. I know it'sa clich?, but I did have some trouble with the clasp. The feeling. I stretched myself open to look inside. The inside pink was glistening from the juices I was creating by just touching myself. I dipped a finger inside. I was stretching myself with two fingers. It hurt a bit but it felt too good to stop. I needed something to fuck myself with. I looked around. All I could find was my round hairbrush. I grabbed it and my heart was beating faster because I had never went this far with myself. I imagined Daniel touching me with his hands and I let myself drift.