I had short, spiky hair and pretty pale skin, while his hair was longer and messier, and his skin more tanned. One of our favorite things to do was to...play sports in the park, and it always turned into a competition. Whether it was football, soccer, tennis or anything else, it was always a competition. Try as I might, I could never consistently beat him. Only every once in a while would I beat him.That’s how it all started. We had been hanging out in the park playing tennis, and it had been an. Then I longed for him to do the same. Regardless of how my slacks fit, orwhat they were made of, it took time to get them off and out of the way.I wanted him to be able to put his hands on me as easily (and often) as Idid him. I started wearing more skirts and dresses. He noticed right awayand did not disappoint me.Three months after that day I did something I never thought I would everdo. I bought my husband a dress. I couldn't believe it, it was anotherday I had decided to walk the mall at. “It is just that I switched some classes around so that you would be my instructor. I hope you don’t mind?” He sat across the table from me as I was trying to explain why I did not need him to show me any special attention nor I him. The whole time he was distracting me by rubbing his foot on my leg. And I don’t have to tell you what that was doing to me; which did not go un-noticed by him. I politely said not to do that here other students might think that I was giving him more attention than. “Are you laughing at your Master?” he asked me and I was immediately sober. My heart was in my throat. “No, Sir,” I said. “Get up on the bed and put your legs in the air.” I did so and at his instruction, I held my legs up. Master lubed up the plug and then he began pushing globs of lube inside his slave’s ass. “I want you to make room for something later, Puppy,” he said as he gradually pushed the plug deeper inside me until it was in place. I grunted with pleasure at the thought of him.