Is it wrong for a man to want to dress as a French maid, stockings and frilly panties, to serve a Mistress? To pretend to be forced to suck another ma...s cock? To receive a beating then kiss the heels of the Mistress who dished it out? No, it isn’t, it’s sex, it’s what makes us alive and it’s only because someone somewhere decided to impose a rule to say “ you can’t do that, it’s immoral” that certain people frown and say they are disgusted. These same people are somewhere in a dungeon, dressed. Victoria didn’t even know what this place was. And she certainly shouldn’t feel like this; she should be able to move like normal. As time wore on, her mind felt less and less foggy and thinking came easier to her. ‘Did I get roofied?’ she wondered to herself. A headache was making its presence more known, the more awake she became. The throbbing in her head ached more with each beat of her heart, and Victoria closed her eyes tightly, attempting to drive the pain away. Her attempt was. I said no, and reluctantly pulled down my pants. Then my boxers. I was faceing the wall, so all he could see was my butt, so i took of my pants and put them in the clothing hamper. I turned around and he looked for a long time at my junk. He asked if he could touch it, and said that he always wanted to feel a dick in his hands. I agreed, since we were already naked together in a room. He grabbed my dick and started to feel all around. The tip, the shaft. He went further down and started to. I have three more months to go, either here, or back out on the streets. At least here, I don't have to try to hustle just to get by. When I'm done here, I'm going to leave this state, and I'll never come back here. I've had nothing but bad luck here. The only good thing about all this is that I can put some time and distance between me and my old partner. He was nothing but bad news. He got his kicks by knocking me around a lot. I was happy to see the last of him, believe me." It sounds to me.