She began pulling on it while I ate her ass and she soon climaxed. I went for a drink of water and when I came back, Britta told me to lay down. She...had tucked her dong into her lingerie but I could still see the bulge. It was very much a turn off for my girlfriend to have a tool as big as mine. I laid down as directed and Britta began locking me in handcuffs and securing my feet. I was restrained with my hands straight above my head and my feet straight down. Britta laid down on her. Most of all, she decided, it invited a reply. She sat and thought about that for awhile, her magazine forgotten. Then she got up, took her bathrobe and a little bag of toiletry items from her suitcase, and went into the bathroom. She undressed carefully, tossing her clothes onto a long marble counter with a sink in one end. Arthur's clothing was not in evidence, to any particular surprise. She adjusted the water in the shower, stepped in, and allowed it to wash over her very sensitive body as. "You're really pretty" I said. She looked at me. Silence. "I mean you really dress up nice." Silence. "I figured we might talk a little, maybe get to know each other." Finally she spoke. "You're a nice looking man, and you seem sincere. You DO know that I'm a man too, right?" The ice was broken. "Yes, I know that you're man too. But I mean it when I say that you're pretty. I've always had a thing for crossdressing, and I'm not uncomfortable to say it." She grinned and replied "I come to Vegas. Before I knew what was happening, Sara had pushed a pair ofknickers in my mouth, and slipped a stretchy fabric band over my headto form a very effective gag.I tried to tell her how unhappy I was, but could only managed muffledgrunting."That's better," she said, "Because from now on I'll talk and you'lllisten. I'm going to turn you into my little frilly sissy fuckslave andyou're going to love it. You're going to bend over for me in flouncylingerie and stockings and high-heels and beg me to fuck.