.''''great, lets go, i need my cock sucked''he walk me to his car like the cocksucker he made me in a single nighti was never that confused he treated...me like a bitch, a feminine boy who belong to himi got in the car not wanting to be seen walking with himhe drove awaymy head down bobbling on his big black cock, a cock that looked always hard and requesting to be serviced''good , keep your head down, yes like that , you dont want to be seen, take it in''i never ever bee so lost''you like this ,. I glue on long acrylic nails, over a half-inch longer than my real nails, and paint them with metallic polish to match my toenails. I am finally beginning to feel like more of my true self. Then, to ensure my commitment, I begin putting myself into bondage. First, I unlock 9 small padlocks, put the keys into a small container, and dispose of the keys to where I cannot easily recover them. I then buckle leather restraints tightly around my ankles, and padlock them on. I buckle my rigid black. I could feel the instep of the high heeled shoes pushing up against the arch of my foot, and it felt very comfortable to me. I loved it. I also vaguely wondered how I had ever learned to stand on high heels.I could feel a tight constriction around my waist, and I wondered if I was wearing a corset to. It was okay with me if I was. I just wanted to wear anything that a normal girl wears. I did not know or understand why, but I did.I also became aware of the slight caress of dangling earrings. She had managed to drive the hour it took to get back to her own apartment, but after unpacking her car, she found herself wandering aimlessly around. For some reason, the place that she had called home for the past ten years, suddenly didn’t feel very comfortable. In fact, it was downright stifling. Finally, in desperation, Marti grabbed her car keys and headed toward her beloved hosiery mill — surely the familiarity of her first love would chase away the memories of last night. When Marti.