I told her I was a virgin. I knew she had always known that I was a shy boy. I guess she was just trying to confirm. She teased “Poor boy. Must have...been playing every time with u r hands”She started licking the tip of my dick and slowly took the whole dick in her mouth. God, it’s heaven. She asked” How does it feel?”I replied “Don’t stop keep sucking. It’s heavenly”She continued asking me “What do I fantasize about while masturbating?”I don’t know what took over me, I said “YOU! I have always. See? That's my chastity sheath: it keeps my sissy clitty tucked back neatly. Yes, it looks like lace, but it feels all thick if I try to play with myself, so I can't come without permission, and sometimes it, well, it sort of pulses and strokes me- it feels so good, Miss! - But of course it always reminds me of my Mistress' ownership.No, of course I didn't want to be a maid, not even for a beautiful woman like Mistress Anne. Well, not at first, anyway. She kept me in very strict bondage, and I. I held it open for him from the outside so he could also escape. We then hurried through the night, finishing the trip to the docks.Calliope took the lead there, and lead us to a dockside inn. The inn’s sign was a mouse-man in clothing, hands on hips and beaming with pride over the bulge in his pants. Below that, a hand-letter wooden sign named the place, “The Big Mouse Inn”.“This is where you work?” Katriana asks, with a sardonic tone, “A dockside inn? You have to know the reputation of places. I drove into the East San Jose hills to Amy’s home. It was a nice home overlooking Silicon Valley. We got out of the car and entered the home. Amy and Lisa took off their shoes and their outer clothes. Amy turned to me and said, “We live in a clothing optional home. Lisa and I are usually the only people here so we walk around nude or in underwear. You don’t mind do you?” I watched Amy strip followed by Lisa. They had beautiful bodies. I replied to Amy, “Far be it for me to not follow.