I lie down next to Jimmy, who at least doesn’t reek of Ax, and place my hand on his chest, watching it rise and fall, slowly drifting from unconscio...s panic to exhausted doze. I run my hand down his torso, slightly clammy with drying perspiration, but still smooth and firm to my touch. He could, perhaps, overpower me, had he the drive and inclination, but he will not. Not just because he’s a slave to his testosterone and his mommy complex (yeah, Freud’s bullshit; sue me), but because if he. Suzzanne let out a mew of protest.?Now close the case please?Suzzanne could no longer see but the two halves of the case were moved around her, the dark contours she had seen were in fact profiles that matched the shape of the victim and as the halves where pushed together she felt the sides begin to press on her body starting with her legs, then shoulders and breasts and finally her head until with a final diminishing mew the halves of the case met and Suzzanne was securely compressed inside. I'd heard that tut before and I knew I'd have todo better or earn a demerit. I looked around at the ladies around thesalon and at the young girl behind the counter. Again I was going tohave to humiliate myself in public."Please Alan, I am Master John's Simpering sissy, and I am here to havesome work done to make me as girlie as I can be for him," I said.Immediately I could here sniggering around the room as faces looked upto see who would be pathetic enough to ridicule themselves in such. "You are a gorgeous hunk of womanhood," Tom grinned as I slid into my panties, "I could watch you all day given the chance."I smiled at him as I continued dressing, it did my ego the power of good to have him make such comments, and at 37 I was still proud to have a figure that echoed my younger days. Something Tom was never backwards in reminding me."Perhaps" I said as I bent to put my trainers on, "we could order a meal in from a local take-away. It would be better than nothing."Dressed in.