As usual, while I looked, I received a half-dozen requests for chats. I usually didn’t take advantage of this feature of the site. They were always ...o predictable, so similar, “Hey babe, wanna chat?”, “Eight inches here, want to play?”, or “OMG Sexy, I love your picture. It made me hard.” It reminded me so much of the bar scene in college–just what I dislike, drunken twenty-somethings trying to jump my bones before they puke or pass out from the beer. This night, however, I felt particularly. I felt hands around my ankles as they were pulled wide apart. Cuffs were put on each ankle and something was attached that kept me from closing my legs. With them spread wide, I was just barely able to touch the floor. I heard Master John announce that I was Jen, a new member. I tried to visualize how I looked. I was almost naked, suspended in front of a group of people that I did not know and could not see. My legs spread wide so that everyone could see me. Without warning, I. I felt a moment of panic and apprehension. Wasthis what I really wanted? Once Madam Helga turned him into a pretty,frilly sissy, there would be no going back for either of us. Did I wantDavid to be my pathetic sissy?My doubts quickly vanished when I saw Madam Helga work so quickly andwith such confidence to transform my husband into a lovely lookingwoman. The transformation only took a few minutes, but the result wasamazing. David looked fantastic, far beyond anything I had imagined. Ialso saw. I stepped out of them when they hit the ground. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt, pulled it off, and tossed it aside. I had not bothered with underwear. I grabbed Alba's wrists and held them in place. She wrapped both her hands around my dick to intensify the feeling as I thrust with my hips.Alba felt the growing need in my body. She wanted more than to jack me off though; she put her hands on my hips and waited for me to regain control. I took a deep breath and remembered that there would be.