We talked over coffee, and he was going back to school for graduate studies, eventually a professional degree. There was a seriousness about him now. ...erhaps he’d become like his uncle, and eventually build a successful career that would let him explore his sexual dominance the way he’d witnessed when his uncle broke me. Or perhaps he realized that he was just a young open-minded man who enjoyed rough sex with women and some kinds of men, but didn’t really want to dominate someone. That night,. I changed the loads and went to scrub the floor.In the pail in the closet I found a small brush and some pink knee pads.Oh, No! She expected to me use this tiny brush? I felt so angry andfrustrated. But what choice did I have. Soon enough I was scrubbing thefloor, I had never realized it was so big. It was an hour later when Ifinally had finished. I was dead tired. New aches were added toyesterday's.As I walked to the utility sink near the washer and dryer to empty thebucket I realized how sore. "So here's the deal", I said, "Becky told me that this Saturday night is your bowling leagues end of season banquet and dance. She told me it's quite a big event jointly done with two other leagues. She also told me it's a dress up affair too. Right?" Alex responded with a nod. Continuing I said, "Well, the plan is that I'm meeting Becky tomorrow at the mall to help her pick out something to wear. Baby Doll; let me tell you, I'm going to make her look so delicious! I'm going to make every guy. He whimpered, taking tiny little steps, arms flailing as he tried tokeep his balance.He was getting nowhere fast.He pushed the little handbag up over one of his arms, and triedharder for speed. Breathing heavily, he suddenly heard a series off pops as all thebuttons burst off his straining blouse. He glanced down to see...Underneath, he was wearing a lacy red push-up bra, the perfect matchof his thong.Squeaking in panic and disbelief, he tied the blouse's tails tightlytogether at his bosom in.