I have been dressing for manyyears now although I rarely go out dressed, especially where we live asit's a small town.No one would say anything if I s...id I love doing jigsaws, which I do, orlove to read, which I also do. Well, I have to read or I wouldn't knowwhat I'm saying in this story! (Laughs to him/herself at that comment).As soon as I mention I cross dress, horror of horrors people don't wantto know or are shocked. So I don't mention it, more's the pity as itsharmless and relaxes me. Usually you’d never dream of touching yourself in front of someone else like this, but in the cosy kitchen and under my powerful grasp you feel so safe. So comfortable. When a soft sigh escapes from your throat it almost takes you by surprised, but my hands and my kisses are working effectively to make you feel so relaxed that you start to embrace the pleasure of your pampering. My hands fall to your waist and stroke upwards in long, slow, gentle touchs. My fingers tease the curves of your. “Maybe, I could treat you like an invalid. And maybe, just maybe, you might like it after all.”I frowned, watched him, as he sat down on the bed. “Why should I?”“Because” his grin widened. David reached for the seam of the tank top and pulled it upwards. Raising my hands over my head to help him, I arched my back. His fingers brushed my skin, tickled me and I flinched. With one swift movement, he tied the top around my wrists.“Just give it a try.”I opened my mouth but stayed silent. David bend. I don’t question what she wants anymore; bruised bollocks the size of a g****fruit convinced me of this very early on. Then she oiled my body, and had me lay in the foam cutout I had made, then she fitted the goggles and headphones, and pulled on the fitted sheet, so that all you could see of me, is my now released, permanently pumped cock.I watch as she walks into the bedroom, tight latex corset forcing up and out her huge boobs, squeezing out her buttocks above her tight latex stockings,.