I love you, dear, but I hate the sissy in you. Yet the sissy is so much a part of you that it will only be that side of you I will see from now on. If...it was only hate I felt, you would be my ex?husband, exposed to his family and friends as a sissy. But because I love you, I am willing to use these punishments to exorcize the hate I feel and find a new venue for us to express our love."I opened my mouth to respond to this curious contradiction, but hesitated because I did not know what to say.. Taking a shower together was torture. He wanted so much to fuck her again, and she was willing. However, time was short for a full day. Tom suggested she put on her bathing suit under her tank top and shorts. Sitting on the bed, he watched her getting dressed. She was totally at ease with each others nakedness. Packing a picnic basket with the essentials, he loaded towels and a beach blanket into the trunk. They headed out to the ocean beach with the top down on the car. They stopped for a lite. Once again, for once, sarala hid her face with both her hands as if she is shy of these things and i moved towards her in the cott and removed her hands from her face. I took her hands and kept it on my chest and slowly moved it down to my belly and ultimately to my manhood which is covered with thick black hairs. Sarala sensed what i wanted and took her towel from the bed and cleaned my manhood from the herbal oil and took the honey bottle and poured it on my hot iron rod and started sucking. She started cleaning when I called to her, bitch get in here, I need my drink. I took a sip of my wine and that was the last thing that I remember. When I woke up, I was flat on my back completely naked. My hands were in handcuffs ,over my head and were tied with rope to the bedpost. She had me in the spread eagle position. She had rope around my angles. One angle was tied up to the dresser and the other lounge chair. I could not move an inch. You are mine, you bastard. I'm going to.