Like Brenda, Sue never did anything to encourage me and politely ignored my attempts to get into her pants. We all became good friends. After a while ... gave up and stopped pushing. I’m just shy, I guess. Over time the three of us became all but inseparable. Someone to talk to, maybe go have dinner or see a movie with, provide a shoulder to cry on, whatever. No romantic involvement at all, other than the fact that I wanted both of them so bad my balls would start to hurt whenever I thought about. "Submissive cuck" may have been part of my personality, but it wasn't all of it. The Dom side was still there and much more effective a role for other parts of my real world life.So, we decided that once or twice a year we would have special "Adventures" where we would indulge the "darker" regions of our beings - but with clear boundaries - and live the rest of the time as "Vanillas." Well, "flavored Vanillas" -- the ropes, clamps and floggers were still in the closet.We also agreed we weren't. Nobody else in the crowded bus was aware of what was going on & the old man himself was immediately behind me with a very indifferent & innocent _expression . & I undecided on what to do now, with no space to move away, did not resist. Seeing no protest from me, the boy now began to now squeeze & knead my buttocks & cup each one.He put his hand on the crack of my buttocks and was now very confidently squeezing each bum. I glanced at the other passengers and no one else was looking at us and was. Thanks tothe internet and such places as the sub shop, and of course E bay, I hadgathered an extensive collection of toys, restraints, and clothes. Myfavorites include the body hugging lyra zentai cat suit, and well prettymuch anything tight.It was a clear September night as I made preparations for my bondagesession on the town. First I took a nice hot bath, and removed anyunsightly body hair lingering, I do try to keep hair free, but that hairis always growing. After towelling off, I begin to.