’ I was desperate. ‘Anything,’ I said. ‘Kiss me!’ I moved my lips to hers, and we kissed. I came. Bursts of pleasure coerced through me. E...ch burst was stronger than the last until they extended to every part of my body. Adria’s tongue explored my mouth, and my conscious thought gradually ebbed. By the time my orgasm had ended, I had drifted into a pleasant daze. I had a wide, stupid smile on my face, and drool dripped from my chin. ‘You’re such a good boy,’ said Adria patting me on the head.. The approach I always used was simply: If you push this button by saying this and or doing that I’ll be totally aroused and you’ll be totally in control. They love that, as do I . Now I’m no push-over but being teased into submission with tact and taunting truly turns me on. I actually am shy though, probably because of the way people have mistakenly assumed a foot fetish was abnormal. How ironic that to keep something like that in most assuredly magnified my lascivious desire exponentially. In. He came near me and wiped my tears and said “honey please don’t make to do like this again. Just obey me and you will enjoy this.” I simply nodded and I told him that I will wear the dress.He then told me to take nice bath and do some make up and get ready. I went to the bathroom to take bath and I came to the room to wear the dress. I came out in towel wrapping my body. When I saw in mirror I got stunned as I saw a tattoo written bitch in some Chinese font with a medium size in my upper right. Then after we regularly use to chat on gtalk like whole day and it went till night. Then the day came where ice had broken, i was chatting casually with and the topic went about marriage where at that time i came to know that she was divorcee after the few months of her marriage as her husband was a psych, where i tried to console her on chatting.From here i will use both English/Hindi languages. At same night it was heavy raining and we were discussing her problems, i said its ok jo b hota hai.