I had her put her hands on the headboard and to hold on. I told her not to move her hands from the top of the headboard no matter what. She giggled,... but agreed. I was introducing her to mild restraint thinking of later. She held the headboard. I began to massage her pussy lips under her panties with my hands gripping her ass. Then my tongue pushed the panties to the side and I began to lick the outside of her pussy lips. She moved her hips in response. Being straddled above me she had. Even her lingerie has changed. She used come to me in a lovely bra and panty set or a thong. But now, she shows up in various corsets, fishnets, thigh high stockings, catsuits and the like. She told me that wearing the strap-on makes her feel empowered. Her newfound confidence is immensely obvious. A wave of submission sweeps over me when we are together now.Another change is her language. She talks rough and dirty and calls me names as she fucks me. "Take my cock, take it all, Faggot!" she. She teased her pink nipples into hardness, daydreaming about Glen's and Fred's mouths on them. She toyed with her clit, remembering how Fred had munched it till she was cumming profusely and joyfully. Her racy fingers started digging up into her squishy little cunt-hole and she came and came as she replayed the amazing day in her horny young mind.She gazed at herself in the mirror, loving every inch of her beautiful horny body. Her eyes were soft and glazed. She was breathing through her parted. "Are you naked underneath those covers, Joyce?" I had turned, so I was facing her. Some part of me was still hoping that she'd be intimidated or overwhelmed by this, and decide to leave. She looked right at me, a smile playing on her lips. She looked more relaxed and comfortable than I would have imagined she'd be."Why don't you look under the covers, and find out for yourself, Kenny?"Instead of doing that, I reached my hand over to grab hold of my penis, lifting it up, so that it raised a.