Thinking back, I remembered how when I ate Colette’s pussy for the first time she came and got substantially wetter. It was like a surge, but not a ...looding surge of liquid that had leaked into my mouth. Before learning how elegant her vagina felt and tasted, I know I would have been turned off at the idea of having my mouth on such a gushing pussy. When it happened though, I became more excited and eager to lick her excess secretions away. When I commented to Colette about how wet she got when. I'll share the details of my trip another time, but I'm sure there are some details Lisa wants to make sure about.Lisa made some 'requests' of me. I put the word requests in quotes, because she knows I would do anything for her and to be with her. I love her that much. But just in case, unknown to me at the time she took some pictures of me getting dressed up in women's clothes for the first time. She said she would send them to my boss if I don't do what she wants:- wear a training bra and. I, being a very independent girl, hate being dominated, but this one is raging my fire more.On the one hand, my brain is agitating for its freedom, self-respect, and dignity. While, on the other hand, my body is enjoying being oppressed and craving to surrender to the mighty power that is treating me. With my hands tied, he got back to his business again. He showed me his fingers and smirked.I puzzled for a moment and then remembered a past conversation. Earlier, I told Scott’s finger was too. "It won't change when you marry," he said. "It will be worse. She will own you, not the other way around."Suddenly I knew he was right. I could see years of slavery in front of me. A slave to those tits with no hope of ever touching them, forever teased and tormented. "I'm making a big mistake, aren't I?" I said. "I have to get out while I still can!" No, no," he said. "It would have been a mistake if you had not come here. I can help you." How?" I asked. He reached down and unlocked a.