Standing in front of them, trying to explain, “But it’s not my fault! I had to, I’m his slave!” but unable to force the words past her lips. R...alizing, with horror, that she was dressed only in her t-shirt; that she was holding it up and that everyone could see that her other hand was between her legs.Diana woke with a start and discovered that it was true: her shirt was rucked up around her hips and her hand was, in fact, between her legs. Thank god she was still under the covers, particularly. I expected her to turn her cheek like she did the night before, as I bent forward, I felt her lips against mine, her lips had a slightly salty taste. She sat back on to the bed, I was waiting for her to send me to bed. She reached back, her hand finding the purple pouch, she opened it deftly, letting the vibrator slide out, she picked it up and switched it on. I stood and watched as she pressed the buzzing toy against the crotch of her panties, the light blue material of the crotch already. I was his toy and he wanted to protect me. Finally it was time to leave and go home. As I saw him extend his hand in front of me I knew I had to give up my keys. This was the moment when I could no longer make decision for the rest of the night...he was in control now. When we reached my house he made sure to enter behind me. As soon as we entered my bed room he grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. He told me to strip down to bra and panties because it was time for me to be punished for my bad. With a slap to my face, she showed me howto hook it in front of me, spin it around, put my new tits inthe cups and my arms through the straps. The support that itgave me actually helped to ease some of the pressure on my back. She then helped into a white garter belt and rolled lightstockings up my legs. The feelings that this sent throughout mybody had my senses reeling. I knew that I was a man, butsomething about this just felt so right. She looked down at herhandiwork, and with a smug smile.