Hiding the closed appliance of the uneasy chastity belt, the corset and thebrassier that have been locked by My Mistress, strengthening my safety as w...llmy body, for the amount of swelling on my thighs, hips and nipples, fortifiedby my undies and the new look of my face, with the fixed make-up and coiffureShe made for me. My soft and feminised steps, the affectation which whom i moveand sit, is due to the ardour of my bum, for i must confess that my Mistressused to be angry, for She always had. I unzip your trousers and your cock leaps into my hands. As I touch your cock, I feel it react to my fingers and with each minute that passes, it doubles in size. My hand strokes gently the thickened flesh, the aroma is making my pussy water. Your hands go to my breasts, I slap them away.“No touching, I need to be in control of this, I want to take my time and rarely get the chance.”“Okay Tracey, But you know it will be hard.”I look at you, my eyes not leaving yours, licking my lips and begin. “I can’t stay in bed past 6:30 these days.”“Me too,” she said. “But, I mean, are you… lively in the mornings?”Again I scrutinized her words, looking for hidden meanings and invitations.“I suppose so,” I said. “But there isn’t that much to do early on, is there?”“Oh, I don’t know,” she said. “Depends who you’re with. And there’s staying in bed, which can be boring, and there’s going back to bed.”Penny’s thighs parted briefly at these words and I was caught off guard, confused, wondering if I was. I saw stars and heard the bells start to ring and I knew at that very instant that I had met the person that I would spend the rest of my life with. Her name is Martha and I call her Marty. She has dark hair and an athlete’s body, all trim and firm and perfect in every way. She says that she loves me more than anything in the world and I have no reason to not believe her because I have the same feelings for her. But I’m jumping ahead of myself in my story.It all started during the summer of.