.." I imagine theman in the magazine, and myself sitting on his cock. The floor is icy tomy bare feet, causing my dark nipples to once again stick out...through mydress. Pleasure building inside of me, I dare to dip deeper, allowing alittle more in. A voice in the back of my head tells me I'm degradingmyself, but at the moment I don't care. Like I said - I need this; Ineed it to keep me from going crazy."Now THAT is hot" The voice makes me open my eyes with a start. It'sJay! And he's standing. My mind replayed the incident over and over again like an out of body experience. After a few minutes I took my shower and wondered how I would ever look at Michelle again. After my shower I creped into my room and closed the door. I was horrified at what had happened. I sat on the bed with my head in my hands for a few minutes, when I heard my bedroom door creek. I noticed my door had opened a bit, and before it closed the Michelle’s powder blue satin panties flew in landing near my feet and. My newest attire was even more feminine than the last. Instead offlared hip-huggers, I now had pale pink capri pants. My top was awide-collared, semi-transparent button down blou.er I mean shirt.Underneath all of that, I would have to wear a new pink thong, againwith a special sleeve to hide my manhood. I also had a little pink-cropped shirt, which looked more like a sports-bra, and a pair of whitenylon knee-highs. I wasted no time getting dressed, and finished theensemble with a pair of pink. Such devotion to the motions, the perfect ion of a stage curtsy and dedication to work through the pain that rains down on the dancer who only is satisfied with perfection.^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^My Very Special Santa soon knew of my heart and soul’s art form pursuit. Being a good submissive much like an artist/dancer of the ballet is dedicated solely to the rigors of dance. And, lastly, due to these wants, needs and desires I was about to become his dutiful lass.Chapter One:Bad little girls come in all.