" Tell him what is happening." I've been kidnapped." 50K and we will contact tomorrow."She told him."Tell him when he gets home what he sees could hap...en to you, onlyworse."That frightened her but she told him."Tell him if he does everything right, everything will be alright."It was a struggle but she told him, the phone played its sillytune and went dead.Leo stuffed the socks back in her mouth and put fresh tape overit.They both moved to the table, Leo had a map, he pointed to a spot,. I felt queasy at thepossibilities of what might occur. Lupe said she would take my mind offall that, and her method was to assign me endless chores, all the whilebadgering me and occasionally using a paddle on my backside. All I hadon was a fishnet body stocking that flaunted my hairless pink physiqueand how soft it was continuing to become, with my chest and butt becomingever more girl-like.The first night my wife returned and reported that she had talked to someattractive men and let them. The same week. The same tentative relationship, the too-loud laughter, the how-was-your-day, the meals and the phone calls and the texts and the television and it goes around and around like a perfect loop, each week, every week.The circle is perfect but the events it encircles are far from idyllic. I love Max, of course. I love him more than I’ve ever loved anybody. But there are moments. Like now. Like the sudden silence in the flat, the echoing stillness after the fight; my mind racing with. But wait, his dick was still completely erect with no signs ofsagging - it looked like he was carrying a fishing pole in hispants! If only there was something to hold it back...Groaning, he grabbed the red thong and, flipping one of the stringsbetween his legs, tied them tightly behind his back. Perfect, his manhood was now flattened against his leg.He looked down at his tiny red tank top. It was so small and had twonoticeable little bumps where his nipples were poking through: itreally looked.