Now he had all the keys to my bondage and I wonderedif he had brought the others with him.Of course he did not know how the chastity plug worked. I ha... describedit to him and sent the pictures but now he could see for himself......ordid he have ulterior motives? After all I was bound and gagged and at hismercy, a thrill went through my body at the thought of my possible....rape? Could I call it that after all I had meekly put myself into bondagefor him. I felt the plug being closed and the. For that she would need a pick and a shovel – heavy work, and it would take a long time – time that would be better spent on day to day survival.Maybe she could put up a curtain on the stairwell, or maybe fix the hatch so it can be closed at night. Maybe she could build a shack or hide around the ruins of the house. Maybe she could build kennels outside for the dogs, so if there are any intruders around they will attack them before the intruders reach the hatch, and alert her in time. So many. Havingbreasts that I could show off and legs that everyone said were greatwas also nice, but it was more than that. I didn't want to go back tobeing a guy, and wouldn't do that if I could avoid it. As mom and Ilooked at my reflection in the mirror, that yellow gown said it all,and while I couldn't bring myself to say anything, I'm sure that mymother had figured it out. Every day after that I wore a skirt, evenafter mom bought me some girls jeans to wear. Somehow I couldn't bringmyself to wear. “We can still do that if you want, I remember the words on the lists,” Tommy replied matter-of-factly.Both women gave him that look women reserve for husbands and boyfriends who say something stupid. Tommy was familiar with ‘the look’, and chuckled as he lined up his shot.“There were four lists, Tommy, and over one hundred words. It would take hours to memorize them,” Ruth patiently explained.Tommy sunk the seven ball and walked around the table to where the cue ball rested against the rail.“.