The very thought of bondage registered in my brain when I played with my friends and they hold me and tickle my body(I was very ticklish), this create... some sort of familiarization with the thought of being tied up. When I got older, my friends and I would do some dares and bet on who will win; these dares included surviving in mild bondage without crying or asking for help. Children as we were the ropes would be tied very loosely and I would get sad almost every time because I escaped their. When the water is waist deep,the tension is killing me. I must feel the front of my bikini bottoms,and feel what it's like to be a girl "down there".But as soon as I do, again I feel a hard penis, and wake up.*****In the morning, I am fairly happy. It's always a disappointment to wakeup from dreaming I am a girl, to discover I am still a man. But overallI'm happy, because I've dreamed I was a girl two nights in a row.Usually it is months between dreams like this. Why is this? Hassomething. I have to change out the balls every 15 minutes, no matter what part of the house I’m in and I have to do it so that the kids don’t catch me. This is until bedtime? What if I ... you know ... get too excited?”“That’s your punishment, slut. You are not allowed to cum. If you do, you’ll spend the whole night tied to the bedpost with all 6 balls in your mouth and you will hope none of the kids has a nightmare.”The fact was that I’d be no wiser if she DID climax. Like the bathroom thing though, I. Jamie had been by the place several times. He looked at the filthy "Vacant" sign and wondered who would ever live in that kind of place. It was quite a step down from his previous life but he still had Mistress to guide him. Jamie finished washing and moisturizing. He located his nightie hanging on the back of the bathroom door. As the smooth silky material caressed his body Jamie's small but functional member came erect. He was tempted to massage himself to a glorious climax but he knew.