"I-I thought, I thought I was just your toy, Master," I mumbled to him.He sighed, kissing my neck now, and then lower, and then his mouth was on my br...ast again. I sighed with newly built-up desire for him."You were never a toy to me. You are wrong to think I ever just had you for the past three years because I wanted someone to fuck, because I wanted to pleasure myself. You are wrong to think that. You are wrong to think I am using you," he scolded me.I nodded, sniffling. He kissed away the. I was taught to apply a little make up myself and put my wig on.Than the ultimate reward waited for me. A clean light blue satin blouse,with extremely effeminate buttons on the sleeves and a row of similarones to close this heavenly garment came first. I could not preventmyself from a long look in the mirror, touching the satin and admiringand enjoying it.I decided to wear the second black skirt today. Yes, my decision, to weara skirt all day. This one was not a pencil skirt, but I learned. Matt was a very good-looking guy. He was tall and strong. Slim, but not skinny. Muscular, but not like a bodybuilder. He didn't have much chest hair, which is not my norm, but he was pretty good in bed, and was willing to try different things. We had been together for about 6 months and we were still finding new things to do. We'd had a few threesomes, both with girls and guys, and I liked when he watched me with someone else. It always made things more intense.One night, we were watching some. "Yes. He's my ex-boyfriend." So why do you care what he thinks?" Because I'm foolish. I'm trying to make him realize that I am the one for him. He's been seeing some floozy that works at a salon I used to go to and I still have feelings for him." But you're not with him. I say you should move on." Easier said than done honey. I've tried but it's hard to find love."Christine sighed. "I know what you mean." I'd like a short haircut like the one you have. It's cute."Christine blushed again..