"Good. Thenno more hesitation. We're all on the same track."If this was what it took, this was what I would do. Even so, Ifelt peculiar despite mys...elf. A day later the memory of my sessionwith Mr. Roberta still excited me and yet distressed me. It hadbeen sex with a man, yet it had all had seemed so normal. Distasteful, but it had felt so good! I spent the rest of that day in my bra and panties, decentlycovered by Brenda's old dress, a simple cotton affair that buttonedall the way down. "Keep your hands off until I tell you what I want, understand, slave?" OK," I said, rubbing at the welt on my forearm.She smacked me on the chest, "OK, Mistress." OK, Mistress," I said. My cock was getting harder, swinging back and forth from anticipation.She pointed at a dog collar on the coffee table. It was attached to a leash. "Put it on."I picked it up and wrapped the collar around my throat. I buckled it on. The leash hung down my chest, brushing against my hard on. She smacked me on the. But Eric had never cum. I asked him every week, hows the wanking going? Anything ? There would be an embarrassing silence. He said I can get mostly hard and I get that clear stuff that drips down but nothing else. Come I’m man I,d say your not concentrating hard enough, or not getting enough stimulation.i could not understand it , like others my age I was randy all the time. Even with masturbating three times a day. I remembered last week when Mavis from across the Road called in to see my. Debbie did a typically Debbie thing. She stood up on the bench beside me raised a hand dramatically and between giggles shouted loudly in a mock Irish accent, ‘I’ll save you Jamie, me boyo!’ Every body stopped what they were doing to look at us, ‘You come into the cow shed with me and I’ll fuck you stupid until you’ll be no use to any other woman…ever!’ We both collapsed with laughter and so did some of the younger customers, but the old boy on the next table didn’t see the funny side. ‘You.