"Second, most of these people, we will never see again, unless we really hit it off. So, nothing will have long term ramifications."Now, I don't want ...ou walking down the hall with a megaphone. But, if anyone asks you about our relationship, you can tell them that I am your top, and you are my bottoms. You can also use the terms "dominant" and "submissive". Don't use "master" or "slave". That has some connotations that some people would not understand."Can I call you 'Master' in public?" asked. For a moment, she was so shocked by what she saw that she couldn’t make a sound. Her mouth just opened and closed silently. Then finally, ?Wha..What’s going on?!? There, floating in the air in front of her, completely naked, were Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and her younger sister Astoria Greengrass. Yellow glowing rings had been locked around their wrists and ankles, pulling their nude bodies in a tight spread eagle fashion in the air. The dirty rags from their mouths had been replaced. "You haven't made any sexual advances, are you a gay transvestite?" I smiled and said, as I hugged her, "I'm a Crossdresser, not a transvestite. I love women and have no desire to be plowed by a man." She was smiling and giggling as I picked her up in my arms; we kissed like kids on our way to the bedroom, I bumped her into the wall twice, we were laughing so hard as I gently laid her on the bed. Taking off her robe, I started kissing her neck, her chest, her breasts, her tummy, slowly. Excitedly she looks up at me. "Who wants to be theguinea pig?"I throw my hands up. "Whoa! Not it!" Aww come on! I'll do something vanilla! I wanna see how it works!" Shegave me her best puppy-dog face. "Pleeeeease?"Damn that face. "Fine," I say, scooching around the rug, adjusting myposition to sit across from her. "But I keep my clothes on, understood?" Woo! Magic time!" She plants her face back into the book, looking forsomething that (I hope) would be mild enough. "Maybe this... Nah..