I'd gone through these same situations at St. Cecelia's, a hundred times before. It always started out as something small, a contest of wills, or my d...ciding not to do something, something that I'd been willing to do in the past. The thing that got it going would be quickly forgotten, as it turned into an angry confrontation over who was in control of me. Always before, in these confrontations, I had been willing to pay any price, to suffer any punishment, to ensure that, in the end, I was the. I felt so sexy as I was led downstairs with a purse dangling frommy wrist to be inspected by Danny."Dance, sissy. Dance like a slut in your high heels. Dance, faggot. Rub yourbody all over with your hands in those cute little lace gloves. Anyone cansee that Sam belongs in little girl dresses. Now model and pose. Blowkisses, fairy."Dressed as I was and being called those names by this muscular hunk drove mecrazy. As I obeyed Danny's command, I felt myself leak a little in my cage.And then a lot.. After taking a moment to admire howclean the dining room table was, Maria grabbed her seat and watched herboyfriend cart over a steaming plate of food. She waited just long enoughfor him to grab his own and sit before digging in. She was famished,between the workout and having barely eaten all day.Conversation was sparse and lighthearted. Maria was busy eating, and Larswas busy being amused by this. That inspired some bravado about how goodhis cooking was, but he was mostly content to admire. Smiling, but a look in her eyes –calculating? – as we clinked glasses. I had straightened in my chair to face her, careful to widen my legs so my knees were outside hers, but this prepared me for what I wasn’t prepared for: a raised foot gliding up my leg, straightening and coming to rest bare toes in my crotch!Kim was sitting there smiling as I almost choked on a peanut, causing the waitress to run over, grab my napkin off my lap in case I needed to be violently ill, and to stop suddenly when.