It was so intoxicating for me to be dressed like a little sissy slut again. Brought back so many memories of how mother use to dress me when I was yo...ng.The first thing that my wife said had to go was the hair on my legs. It showed too badly through the stockings so off came my all my body hair. Over the next few days in the evening she would have me dress and play with her makeup. Each time I would get a raging hard on to the point that she realized dressing really turned me on. During. His eyes were glazed and saliva was evident, not to mention a damp part on his light coloured pants, at the head of his penis, 'Pre-cum' I thought, with satisfaction.John was an ex-public schoolboy, and a weekly thrashing was something easily administered to boys, and in John's case, by the matron, a robust and portly woman, whom John was convinced enjoyed doing it and got-off afterwards, as seen by other boys, who watched her do it.How much of this fantazising was reality in this boarding. The room looked like a roomy office space, waiting for cubicle walls, desks and the like to break it up. However, there were three tables in the room. The head table had five people sitting at it. From the memories Michael had shared with me I recognized the heads of Houses there. Blake Morehouse, Lord of House Nickelson, sat in the middle. He was an older man, probably in his mid to late forties with graying hair. His clean face was only just beginning to show lines of age.I thought he might. For dessert, I’d picked something simple when we were at the store: berries and cream. It was one of my favorites, so it was an easy choice when we saw the plump raspberries and blueberries at the market.As six o’clock approached, my nerves started dancing. What I’d planned to be a casual invitation was practically a formal date now. I hoped Heather wouldn’t feel uncomfortable about the extravagant meal.Finally the doorbell rang. I had Lara answer the door with me. Luckily the adults were.