Only a cute dress, that his sister used during his ballet lessons sometime ago draw his attention. But he just didn't felt the courage to putit on. He...closed the wardrobe and then opened one of the drawers, butbefore he could see whatever was in there he heard the steps of hisgrandma. He grabbed the first things his hand found, quickly put theminto his pocket without even looking at it and ran to his bedroom."Is everything ok, Charlie?" his grandma asked when she saw him, nervousand kind of. The chill of the night and stormy winds chip away at the man causing him to retreat into his home eventually. The house was a dark as the night sky. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, the low light making it shine like the onyx jewel; contrasting his paler skin, just warmer than the color beige. His bare feet pressed into the carpeted floor of his room as his shirt fell next to him.He crawled into his bed the muscles of his arms flexing and growing more defined, his long body leaving. “Alright you whores, we are done for this morning, but don’t get too excited now.” Upon hearing our completion, I instinctively reached back to pull the plug out of my swollen anus. “What do you think you’re doing? We have a bigger one if you don’t like that one, slut!” I froze, not wanting to incur the wrath of our captain. “Sluts, those butt plugs will stay in NO MATTER what.” Cassie began, “if you are caught without them in, you will lose all your current slut points that you have. She will leap out of bed, full of energy, ready to face the day. She would often talk to me while I had my morning coffee but it was going in one ear and out the other as she told me a variety of things. She usually got out bed before I did, and I would snooze for another thirty minutes or so, before getting up.I got up when she did. I washed my face and made coffee. When she started talking I was awake and listening, picking up on things I had been missing. As the days passed she made little.