It didn't matter that we both had significant others, you were now my primary sexual outlet. Thereafter, i only had sex with my girlfriend when you to...d me to.The level of ownership increased a little bit at a time. At first, you just called me slave. Then you started having me send erotic pictures of myself to you. Once you saw a picture of my pathetically small dick you started to also make fun of me and do things to humiliate me. I was now responsible for buying all of your new panties and. It started when I was a kid. I was a late bloomer, so all through school, I was one of the smaller kids in the class. Nobody ever wanted me on their team because I was likely to cause the team to lose. It didn't matter what I did or didn't do, it was always my fault.As I finally grew, I found my athletic niche in distance running. Even on a team, it's a solitary sport. The one time I contributed to the team, nobody cared. Our high school track team had several very gifted athletes. Those five. Shared interests, common passions.We were both the same age and had both tumbled head first intocrossdressing exploration. Our teenage experiences ran in tandem with thesame dressing up experiences. She had never really beat the bug though,and while I meandered through a wasteland of empty, meaningless yearswithout crossdressing, she kept coming back to it, eventually delvinginto it with a commitment and determination I now knew so well.Our lives overlapped in places, and yet by pure chance we. We went back to kissing passionately until I took my left hand and slowly crept it up her shirt and grabbed her large breasts. Our lips never departed our tongues got into a rhythm that felt so natural. As I held her close to me with my right hand I managed to pull out her left breast with my left hand. I then began to play with her nipple. Pinching it …pulling it…and rubbing it in between my fingers. As I continued this I disconnected my lips from her and began to lick on her breast and.