“Fuck.” Her heart raced and she dropped down, wincing when her tender bottom hit the ground. Obediently, she spread her legs and waited for him t... mount her. He opened his eyes and frowned in confusion before looking down at her again. His face screwed into a perplexed grimace. Was it the wrong position? Oh-no. Why would she think her beautiful Master would want to mount her facing her? Why was she so stupid? Quickly, she turned over on her knees, ass in the air and head pressed to the. I keep imagining how erotic it would be if you were to punch me a bit.”“Anything else?”“Could you punch my cock and balls, too?”She looked at me as if she were really impressed. “I’d love to punch your cock and balls.”“Not too hard.”“You mean so your cock won’t get too hard?”“No, I’m sorry. I mean, don’t punch my cock too hard.”“Maybe you want me to punch your cock just hard enough to get it hard. Is that it?”“Yes...” I said tentatively, aware that I’d crossed a bridge and there was no going. She processed the charge and handed him the receipt. He signed the slip with shaking hands and she pointed him toward the men's locker room. "You'll need to shower, of course, and then I'll meet you on the other side." She smiled at the young man and he disappeared into the men's locker room. He stripped off his jeans and polo shirt. He stood naked beneath the showerhead and glanced down at his male body for what he hoped was the last time. He turned on the water and it immediately came out. As we went from storefront to attraction to shop to museum, I would make a point of going to the bathroom. Each time I would come out with a new article of clothing on. It took a couple of times before my husband noticed. When he did, he knew something fun would be coming of this little game. Eventually I had gone from jeans and a polo shirt to leather skirt, nylon body shirt, short jacket, thigh highs and heels. The jacket covered my tits, the skirt wasn't too tight or short and the heels.