I smiled inwardly as I kicked-off my knickers and turned admiring my profile in the mirror, noting the curvaciousness of my bottom and the flatness of...my tummy. Slipping the stockings on they felt really cool and terribly sexy. I felt so nude, naughty, and desirable all rolled into one. The stocking tops were visable just above the seductess slit in the dress and sitting on the chair I noted just how far up my dress need to be in order to expose them. I entered the room noting all the males. Fine by me I told him. Janet was also early twenties, attractive, and a bi-sex, lipstick lesbian I guessed. They both appealed to me sexually, even though they were half my age.“I had planned this moment to tease myself and hopefully the shop assistant, you know what I am like baby. I was wearing a skirt, blouse and a skimpy g-string with my heels. Janet handed me a leather skirt to try on. ‘My hands are full Henry, will you take my skirt off for me,’ I asked as I watched the reaction of both. In the soft, dimly lit booth, Dominic could still clearly see the veins in his shaft, and the full, engored head. He felt such lust, he found the man’s cock not only beautiful and sexual, but also felt a desire to touch it, and to suck it. Somehow, the man in the booth noticed him and Dominic quickly pulled away. A few moments later, the man stuck his raging hard cock through the same hole in the booth wall. Nervous, but thrilled, Dominic stared at it and felt his lust boil over. He reached out. Sometimes I will be spanked over Master’s knee, but if Master is disappointed in me he tends not to use this as punishment as he knows I enjoy it. Sometimes I will be made to kneel in the corner facing the wall, or will spend the day serving Master on my hands and knees. But my worst punishment is to be banished. Being forbidden to see Master and being ignored by him, sometimes for several days, is the most painful punishment I can receive. At the heart of my submission to my Master is, of.