Well that was my thoughts.Dare thirty-three was called the 'Naked Night Club' dare and you were supposed to check all your clothes and not just your c...at and then spend the rest of the night in the nude. As the website pointed out there were fetish clubs that allowed this sort of behaviour so it was a possibility.Dare thirty-six was the 'Clothes Swap' dare and in this one you needed an equal number of men and women and names were drawn at random and the picked couples had to go outside and swap. I love when Master takes me down to play in the cascading cool water. Of course bathing suits are unheard of up here. Just off to the east of the cabin’s multi-level patio is the compound woven amongst the trees, it is really a miniature resort. There are several smaller cabins housing the visiting Doms and their live-ins plus the dormitories. The first dormitory houses the trainers and staff while the second one is the compound’s centerpiece. Here the ‘in-training’ men and women, called. They allfucked me several times before I was led back out to the shed. This timeI kept count. There were 27 men who stopped by that night. I swallowedall 27 loads of cum while listening non-stop to sissy hypnosis files.Wednesday morning I called my work again, but this time Master Davidtook the phone, put it on speaker phone and told my boss that I was inthe process of becoming a full-time sissy whore and that I would not bereturning.I heard my boss gasp at the declaration. He asked me to. Then I moved towards her ass hole. It was little and so cute. I loved it. I planted a kiss on both of her ass cheeks; I licked it and then spread it and started to taste her asshole. That was her main sex attraction.She stopped me and told please honey, enter my pussy. I am dying. I took this word as an order; I rolled her back and spread her legs. First I gave a lick on her pussy. I placed my erect dick at the heaven hole entrance. I bent forward and made a push, her pussy was a little tight..