They open the side door and there is another man in the back seat, but he appears harmless. Quiet, but friendly. I hop in the back, the couple insist ...hat I put on my seat belt. I assume for safety reasons, but I soon find out the real reason. The seat belts are odd, the kind used in racecars, a strap down each shoulder, across the waist and a small square box attached to the one going between my legs. Everyone appears to belted in using the same type belt so it does not concern me. They close. I wantyou to love me." Grace I do love you, I love you very much." No you don't."At that point she turned on her delicate toes and ran to her bedroom and Ithink she was crying too.Dinner was lonely that evening, the bottle of wine and myself...as usual. Ididn't know what to think of Grace. She was a terrific kid and I'd be lyingseverely if I told you that my cock didn't go rock hard when I saw her bythe pool the other day.After dinner was cleaned up I took the wine and my sorry ass downstairs. She wanted a sissy boy to dress up and turn into a sexy tranny. So after discussing a few details it was arranged that I move into her place imediatly to begin my sissy slut training .I knock on the door to my new home and am greeted by mistress X ,she was wearing 6" black platform thigh high boots the sexiest black and red leather corset with suspenders with no bra .She has a very big set of boobs that stood very firm ,wow was she hot . Well what are you staring at sissy look down at the. I took in my surroundings. I was in a large, open room, dank andmusty smelling, with a lot of clutter all around me. Narrow windowsrunning across one wall at the very ceiling suggested I was likely in abasement. I realized I could smell gasoline, could see a couple of redmetal gas cans sitting open against one wall, and I knew I was in someserious trouble. I tried to scream out for help, but all that camethrough the gag was muffled 'mmmph's' that even I could barely hear.Barring an unlikely.