"I like to dress as a girl," he says somewhat shyly."Are you gay?" I ask."No I like girls," he responds defensively, "I don't want to be a girleither.... Why do you do it?" I ask."I just like the way girl's clothes feel," he admits."OK, go upstairs and dress as a girl," I say, "When you're finished waithere and I will get you when dinner is ready."He runs upstairs excitedly and slams the door behind him. I guess thisweekend won't be so boring after all. I go back to my house and go to. She now often made me go a few days without coming, knowing that I would be that much more aroused and submissive. The other night, I arrived home from work to find Louise already there and lying on the couch, wearing a short black satin robe. As soon as I saw her I developed an immediate erection, thus yet again becoming a slave to her desires.She ordered me onto my hands and knees and commanded me to crawl to her side. She then raised her foot to my face and said ‘Lick my foot slave!’I. By three-twenty I'd finished my vodka tonic and had decided that they thought I was just kidding them and I was getting ready to get out of the booth and leave when they came in the door. Only there weren't two of them, there were three. I sat there watching them walk toward me and I was torn between wanting to stay and wanting to get up and run. My pussy had been tingling all afternoon at the thought of two hard cocks working me over, but three? I didn't know about that. Then I told myself I. Later she sent me a cartoon showing a voluptuous young woman bent over a whipping bench. I pointed out to her that I could easily make such a bench.I'm not that big a fan of corporal punishment. Spanking or whipping, causing physical pain, those things don't appeal to me as much as humiliation and mental anguish. The idea of a damsel in distress appeals to me.But corporal punishment seems to excite her and I won't mind getting my hands on that beautiful ass and seeing how she reacts when it.