Mom, noticed my change in demeanor, and asked me what was going on. WhenI told her she laughed , and said,"Of course you look like a sissy, Felicity! ...hat's what you are! There'snothing at all wrong with being a sissy! You're going to be so femininethat every girl will be jealous of you! Starting today! You're going tostart wearing heels now! and you'll never wear anything that isn'tcompletely feminine ever again!"And she was true to her word.Things changed a bit between us at home as well. As. ”“You need to be quiet.”“Yes. All right. I will be quiet. Really. But, this is the first time you have brought me down here. I was wondering. Well, since New York.”I was attaching the right one now. The suspension cuffs Uncle Bert had purchased were leather and canvas. The person to be suspended formed a fist. The canvas was a cover, holding the fist closed. The restraint was funnel shaped, fitting wrist and hand, allowing both to take the weight when suspended.“Please, Davy. Can we fuck? Now,. I took care of the dripping and he had decided that he was ready for some of my ass. I removed my clothes and crawled on the bed. My ass high in the air awaiting his cock. He drenched his fingers in lube and started to stretch my hole out. I waited for him to enter me but he told me to get on my back. Once on my back he grabbed my ankles and lowered himself into position and slowly worked the b**st in. loosening me up with his thrusting wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me. I started. Let me know in the morning.”I promised I would. The cab I finally managed to get took me to the small mews in Paddington and dropped me outside the house, called Groom’s Cottage, where I had been due ten minutes earlier. I clattered up the slate steps in my heels and rang the doorbell. There was a slight delay and when the door opened, there she was.Christina was about ten years older than I, about fifty. She wore, as she habitually did, a grey dress, knee-length, black tights, flat black.