Steve had been into bondage for years and it had grown more intense as he got older. He had even taken up cross dressing. He loved tying himself up wh...le wearing a dress. As he struggled, his petticoats would be revealed and he would imagine himself as a tightly bound damsel who had been captured and was trying to escape before the k**napper returned to abuse him.He envied girls as they could leave a vibrator tucked into their knickers and get hours of pleasure until the batteries ran out. He. Pulling this garment onevery morning is always a struggle, though my efforts are aided by the flickof my Mistress' whip and "encouraged" by the sound of her laughter. Thetightly stretched material conceals several surprises. First, a slim,vibrating dildo is forced into my tightest passage. Normally inserting thiscruel plastic invader is my personal responsibility: today my Mistress kindlytook it upon herself to spread my cheeks and twist and jam and ram it into mewith her own gloved hands. Of. I found out later that Joe had been practicing some wrist-strengthening exercises taught to him by one of the crew. Joe had kept that a secret to surprise me with how strong his wrist had gotten. I had to admit that I was impressed.Running Fox was making remarkable progress with his leg. He claimed that he would be able to stand on it in three weeks and ride a horse in four. I kind of doubted his optimism, but certainly hoped that he was right. We were going to need his skills very shortly as. This wassurely the truest test. So good was sex with mytransformed wife that even the thought of it turned meon. And it wasn’t just the thought of having sex withher that did it. It was also the thought of beingmarried to her. No � it was the knowledge of beingmarried to a woman who was taking a big black cock upher almost every day, who probably still had his spunkup her stretched cunt when I made love to her, thataroused me!But the doubt set in again. She had lied to me. She hadbeen.