She immediately turned back around. A couple of stops later, the bus was completely full of people. The contact, which had blessedly ceased started ag...in.Today it was not tentative. Full-throated was more like it. The hand came down on her ass with an assurance and started to squeeze her ass cheek with abandoned relish. Soon his other hand had latched onto the other ass cheek and began squeezing. RuthAnn had no options except screaming. Unfortunately, she was getting used it the contact and. The floor was covered with a thick conglomeration of cables that lead from a series of panels on one end of the room, across to the one he was working on. From there, they disappeared behind the machine, terminating at a box mounted on the wall beside it. Basically, the machine itself was an enormous iron ball. A narrow roped ladder hung to the floor, allowing access to the inside of it. From the outside, it resembled a gigantic potbelly stove with wheels, built on a circle of railroad track. . Overall, he looked... fine. Especially for a man dressing likea woman. For that, she was sure he was probably a bit better than fine.But was fine good enough? She decided she needed to start looking forways to make him look even better. The more she made him look less likea man... the better! It would be like denying him yet more of hismasculinity. "Okay Sissy, climb up into your highchair."Chad worked his way up onto his highchair and waited while Mel put thetray in place and tied a bib. I spied her fist wrapped around my hair and watched her pull my head back hard with golden reins, and I almost melted from the delighted look in her eyes. The excitement made her look ten years younger, and I reveled in the pride that I was able to do that to her. “Brace yourself,” she whispered, while our eyes were still riveted to our reflections, and then her hand snapped down on my poor bum with skilled ease. A short smack filled the air, and it took a second until the stinging sensation it.