"That's your costume, Drew. Wear it, or we can just both stay home." She giggled lightly. "Trust me, hon. It'll all make sense when you see mine." Fin...," he said sadly. "I'll have my car at your place at eight." His costume consisted of course brown trousers, torn ragged at the ends. A tan shirt that could have come from the Elizabethan era went with it. And a collar. A well-worn, brown leather collar. The clothing had been expertly tailored to his measurements, so everything fit perfectly. He. I was supposed to take several of my thongs with me, my leather cock ring, my butt plug and my vibrator.. all that was just prepartaion.. the night before Mistress M wrote me to travel with the black thoong with one whole in it and the leather cock ring arond my balls and cock. furthermore i was supposed to travel with the buttplug inside me until i arrived at the airport in my mistresses hometown.the next day i did as i was told and travelled to my mistress, arriving at the airport i went to. I only complained when I saw one of them trying to put his cock inside me. “It hurts” I moaned, one of the guys covered my mouth to keep me from screaming as the other shoved his meat inside me. My entire body started to shake and I wanted to scream. I don’t know if it was pain or pleasure but I need to scream, it hurt so much but somehow I was enjoying it. I felt so good. When he pulled out, his cock was covered in blood I looked down and I couldn’t believe all that could fit inside my small. You’re not a sissy, are you?” Again, she giggled and and smiled broadly to her mates.“Oh, no not at all. I w ... w ... wasn’t afraid at all ... I w ... w. was just startled.” Victor lied.“Good.” continued Lynn, “ Because the freshman initiation in Baron High isn’t anything like what those rumors tell. Just do as you’re told and it will be fine and over in no time. Okay?”“Sure, just good clean fun, right?” said Victor trying to sound sure of himself and cooperative at the same time.“Absolutely,.