And I rocked back to meet each thrust. His hands were now on my hips, as he drove himself deeper into my anus.“Good slut, yes, fuck me back” He wh...spered.He slapped my ass hard, making me moan through my taped mouth.I felt my tears were flowing. I had been betrayed by my own body. All of a sudden I felt I was going to cum…My body started shuddering, and then the waves of an intense orgasm shook me to my core. My pussy was running a stream of my cum down my thighs, while that rude stranger. There was a tiny bit of lace adorning the edges of the waist band,but almost the entire panty was smooth satin. I wanted desperately totouch myself, to stroke until I exploded in the panties, adding my creamto their slipperiness, but I waited. First the dress.Taking the almost ivory colored dress from the hanger, I unzipped thefront. The zipper went down to the waist and the dress itself went verylittle farther. On it would fall to about mid thigh. A littleembarrassed by the shortness of it, I. I was less than thrilled butintrigued. I wondered how -- why -- I had ever agreed to participate,but the draw of sex was overwhelming and I followed my sexy littlepiper. "Jay, when dressed you are called Jayne. You address me asMistress and this client as Master. Other clients are addressed as Idictate."Other clients?? I fear that I am in this with both feet -- with bothhigh heels."Jayne -- get used to your femme name -- we want to be secure here.You'll wear tight vinyl briefs to hide and. I turned my head, wiping the sand from my eyes. I begin to stretch. I pull myself up in my bed. I look to my left and there it is, my wheelchair. My prison.My life.It sits there mocking me, knowing that I will never escape its hold on me. I hate this chair with all my being. I can feel my soul growing darker with each day’s passing.My mind rages on. Why did life have to be so cruel? Why can’t I find the happiness that others seem to have? Why do I have to be stuck in this permanent hell? “Why.