I just need to be honestwith myself. Okay, enough of that. Here is how the night began.I got home from work from about 6 pm, Friday night. My night to...ress and fuck. Tingling with the anticipation of all the Man-Pole Iwould be taking down, I quickly showered, shaved, enema-ed andlubed myself. I chose shiny black pvc style boots, fishnets, garter,black latex mini (which covered only 3/4 of my ass), A black leathercorset with a black silk blouse and falsies underneath.The falsies have nipple. " Clapping myhands together, I pointed at the television. "Well, now that I?m here,let?s get started."As a guy, I?d admired girls who did yoga. I didn?t know much about theexercise other than it was slow paced, involved a lot of stretching,and required the coeds to wear incredible form-fitting attire. However,the appeal of it never struck me.At first, I was a little more concerned with matching the woman on thescreen than focusing on my breathing and posture. More than once, Katiemade a comment. Over this she wore a scarlet red leather jacket which was matched by one of the shortest of mini-skirts I've ever seen. On several occasions she tried to tug the hem down but to little avail. Whenever she moved the skirt would ride up a little giving the delightful glimpse of the tops of her sheer black stockings. She held on to her drink with finely manicured, long red-nailed fingers. On her feet she wore a pair of impossibly high heeled patent red shoes. Her companion was slightly older and. I have you remove your blouse and your skirt before having you kneel at the foot of the bed. I then secure your hands into fur lined leather cuffs, attach them together and secure them to the top of the bed so that you are stretched over the top of the bed. I blind fold you so you are not to seeas you play along the fantasy.It starts with the feel of the feather. I slowly drag the most exquisite feeling female ostrich feather over your back. The feeling is like nothing else as the soft, fine.