I repeated the stoke again and again, making sure my aim was true and I had total control. Bright red stripes appeared across her stomach. Sarah was...shaking and whimpering under the gag. I lowered the strokes just a bit and began striking her on her thighs, increasing the pressure just a bit when I saw the reaction I was getting.Sarah squirmed and struggled each time I lashed her. I'm sure that terrific sirens of pain were echoing inside her. And I could see beautiful red stripes on her. She opened the door with a smile and I stepped in. She bolted the door and asked me to take the seat. The room was small room with a clean bed, a chair and a table with fresh flowers. The wallpapers of the wall were of tasteful color and the ceiling was painted in pink. On the wall in front of the bed hung a framed print of an erotic painting, a half dressed man kissing a nude woman and his hands were on her breasts. The woman wore a black panty and matching bikini. I could smell cheap perfume. I would wear a dress. And nice shoes. Maybeit's less weird then. And I need that too. It helps to feel morefeminine. The whole message is different. And while I usually don'tcare what others think, meeting in the evening, all made up and lookingnice shows others this is a date and not a casual meeting between twofriends.And then the evening finally came. We had time for drinks. Yay. I didmy nails. Haven't had done them in ages. Hope he notices. And I wentwith my favorite dress. A black and grey. A moist dot of pre-cum darkened the area at the tip of my member along with a trace of her saliva.Tina said, "that looks very nice, but you need something on your legs. Dark or light?" Did she remember that I had a pair of white thigh-high stocking in that drawer? The answer became clear as she leaned over and opened up my "secret drawer" - yes, she knew! "Light, I guess." She went right to the pair of nylons amongst all the other, uh, goodies. I felt my head start to spin as I watched her.