It's time to play."Darrius turned to find one of the Instagram models in front of his new mentor. Her legs open, breasts bare, spasming hard enough to...shake the table. The Fatman's expression was a languid mischievousness. He faced and spoke to Darrius with deliberate ease, but his fingers danced over the dish like a pro. His ring and middle finger flexed inside her at a thunderous pace, occasionally reappearing soaked and pruned. With his other hand, he rubbed, stroked, teased, and tortured. ‘That is for me to decide, all you are required to do is give your consent. We have reached the point Mike, where you must decide whether you will submit to my authority without knowing what I might impose, or whether you will chicken out; in which case there won’t be any more nice treats like today, no more frilly knickers, no more beatings’.‘Which is it to be?’ she asked looking him coldly in the eye. Mike couldn’t bear the thought of not being able to submit to her, but what was she. We drove around to the very back. Where no one looked to have been in years. She made me grab a bag from the trunk and meet her at the last door. Furthest room away from anyone. I already felt so alone. As we entered the room I was ordered to empty the bag on the bed. And inside I found a fat 12in dildo with harness. A large, but manageable for me, butt plug. An enema bag, two small rather painless whips, small amount of makeup and 4 condoms. Once the bag was empty she gave me an old cell phone. 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 young.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.