I walked over and swung open the hall closet door withthe full-length mirror. What came back at me blew me away.Good grief...that was ME? The girls ...aughed as I ogled theircreation. I turned from one side, then the other. Iexamined my ass through the skirt. I pulled the skirt up andchecked out my long, cute legs. I...posed. One of the girls promised to come by the next morning todo my makeup. They all kissed me good-bye and left, assuringme everything would be great fun and NO ONE. " So we hope. However, we want our host to look as close to female aspossible. Do you have experience dressing, Mark?"Knowing this was not the time to be insulted by such a question, Markanswered, "No, Ms. Kowalchuk, though people have mistaken me for femalea number of times." Not even on Halloween?" No, Ms. Kowalchuk." You say that you have been mistaken for female?" Fairly regularly to be honest. I think it's because of my size." How tall are you?" Not quite 5'3". I take after my parents.". Aileen arrived in the den just in time to see what Colin was about to do, but too late to stop him. In a playful manner Colin squirted his dad with the water gun. Fred was totally stunned for a moment when he felt the cool jet of water hit him. When he saw Colin with the water gun pointed at him, an impish grin on his face, Fred completely lost his temper. He shot out of his chair and charged toward his son. Colin, seeing the rage in his father's face, quickly switched from an expression of. Loved being controlled, used and treated as a mere object. An expanse of soft skin and a selection of holes, available and willing to accept whatever he wished. While my magical, red-soled Louboutin heels often brought out Little Miss Wicked, there was something intoxicating about being out of control; one word away from safety, yet choosing not to exercise that right. Sometimes I wanted nothing more than to be told what to do, what to wear, what to touch, and when. To be at his total mercy.