As I sit herewriting this memoir I am wearing my basic 38B Flower Bali Underwire whitebra. If you could see me you would applaud that I am filling eve...y squareinch of those soft B-cups with good ole ME. That is how I want to be.Just me. (Well maybe a little padding when a blouse really could use somecleavage.) But never a D-cup. I am not that kind of woman. About the onlything the online sites did not supply me with was the much desired under-bust corset I spent a fortune on to have made for my. The slack on the leash snapped taut and pulled her until she could catch up to him. Expecting him to lead her to the stairs up to the bedroom, he surprised her by turned to the stairs going to the basement.Her skin tingled with fear and anticipation. Even more confusing, he led her into the wine cellar. The cool air hit her flesh making her shiver. A big oak table for tasting sat in the center of a room lined with racks of wine covering most of the walls. She briefly wondered if he planned. I was hogtied and blindfolded on the floor of our apartment. It was a game Julie and I had played numerous times. She was my Domme and I was her slave, her pet and her filthy little sissyboi. Julie was my beautiful 30 year old bride and I was her 38 husband. She was a foot shorter than me at 5'3" with gorgeous curves and a pretty face. Despite the difference in our heights our bodies fit together perfectly. Her natural 36dd tits made her look thicker in clothes than the splendor of her. "You are grounded young man!" she remarked. You will come home immediately after school. You had better be here when I get home." But I've got baseball practice after school," I pleaded. I loved playing ball with the guys and I was a pretty good fielder and I batted over 300 last season."You should have thought of that before becoming a criminal. I've already called your coach and told him you were grounded for the next two weeks. After I explained why, he said you would not be allowed to play.