I did not want to get naked for him and have him walk out of my life. He kept hinting that he had needs. "NO." I said staring into the webcam. I was s...aking. I wanted to keep him, but to do that would mean to give him some kind of free freak show that I didn't want to do. We argued on skype and it was over. I went outside turned the A.C. on in my car and I was shaking. I was very upset. I had lost someone I loved months ago. My marriage was comfortable, but my husband just didn't treat me the. "As a Master this room is your own personal candy store. You can select as many unowned sissies as you'd like and let them loose. You can imagine how grateful they will be for your attention. As a sissy however, it is a long torturous grind of dull nothingness. But don't feel too bad for them, we do allow them plenty of playtime during the day as well." He leads me down another corridor, plain white walls and halogen lighting giving it the air of an abandoned hospital, or a morgue. Finally I. “He’s ready,” she said. Erica stepped up to the side of the bed, one half of the fake dick wiggling out in front of her; the other, presumably, lodged in her vagina. “Remember to count,” she said. Lifting the strap over head, she swung down, the strip of leather forming the implement stinging as it slashed across my ass-cheeks. THWACK! “One” THWACK! “Two” THWACK! “Three” We got to ten. I won’t lie; it stung worse than I thought it would. Looking in the mirror, I could see the red stripes left. Chris generally made his way to the backof the store. He was looking at all the dresses as he went. There werejust so many! He wished he could have been alone to study some of themas they really looked very pretty. Guys like girls in pretty dresses sohe thought that he only had to imagine girls in the dresses he liked tomake it ok for a boy. And the girls in the store were very pretty, too.So he could stare at them as they tried on their dresses. Maybe thiswasn't so bad after all, Chris.