I knew it was my sweet little, fuckable Kasey. I opened the door and saw her standing there, leaning to one side with her hand on her hip. “So fucki...g sexy!” I thought to myself. Wearing a skin tight dress and heels, she looked amazing. I mean, I knew she was a boy but she had to be the hottest “Trap” or “CD” or “Femboy” or whatever you want to call her, on the planet! I just wanted to call her mine! She walked in with a confidence that only knowing how much I wanted her could bring. Her hips. For a moment he looked angry and said firmly, “You will never speak of this to anyone else, pumpkin butt. Is that understood?”I quickly answered, “Yes, Master.”I won’t tell anyone, but I am including it here in my blog. He can delete any mention of it or he can leave it so that people will understand that being a Master isn’t just being all tough and demanding.We went on into the tent where Master cast his vote and placed his bet. He didn’t ask me who I thought should be the Slave of the Wheel.. It was not something she was accustomed too, but she was rapidly learning to accept it and take it for how it was meant as a sign of love.Anisa could also sense there was something beneath the façade that William projected; something sinister and wild, always waiting to come out. She had seen glimpses of it in his eyes before he brought his emotions back under control. Yet whenever he was with her, she felt like a blanket of soothing warmth was draped around her body and she never questioned. Chapman. He shrugged. “You heard the lady.”“Lord have mercy, this is gonna be great,” Dion said. I felt his hands slide around my waist and cup my breasts right in front of my boyfriend.“Are you sure?” I mouthed silently, looking my man in the eyes. In hindsight, I wasn’t sure why I was asking for his permission. He put the ball in my court. Maybe I just felt bad for Dion and wanted to help give him the attention and release he so desperately craved. Maybe I secretly kinda wanted it too..