I had called Shannon at Dr. Cole's and told her that I needed to see Dr. Cole at eleven thirty. I didn't really think that I could execute my control ...ver the phone and I wasn't trying to; when I arrived at the Cole's family business Elizabeth was waiting for me but she wasn't alone."You must be Eddie; Lizzie has told me all about you."The bespectacled man in front of me was in his fifty's, balding and short, maybe five nine but over all was in decent looking shape."Hello, Dr. Cole nice to meet. I held it in my hand for a moment then got the urge. I quickly pulled off my shoes, socks, pants and shirt until I was full naked, then I pulled the thong slowly up my legs until it slid in between my ass cheeks and concealed my tiny cock and balls. My cock was only ever 2 inches max when soft, and it showed no signs of getting hard. I had always loved wearing women's clothes and it just felt so right whenever I pulled them on. Nearby on the ground was Nat's matching bra. As she was a large D. The abuse he was showing me was a tremendous turn-on and I had not been allowed to cum all day.Also in the bag was a pair of flip-flops, in pink, of course, with bright yellow flowers on them.I still had my dog collar on, and a quick sideways glance into the bathroom mirror confirmed my fears. I may as well have had the words “faggot slut” stamped on the shirt. Looking at my rear, I could just make out the bright pink end of the butt plug showing through the bikini underwear. My body shave left. Then, after the applause had stopped, I was led to where to where what appeared to be an antique 'Victorian', or pseudo-Victorian side table, stood. On it, was a circular lace doily, something I hadn't seen in years, resting at the very center of the table top. In the very middle of that sat what was more like a large brandy snifter. It sat on a slightly short pedestal, and the slightly flattened goblet gleamed in the light that came from above. There was something 'portentous' looking about.