The red haired young lady that I am talking about is Pamela Isley who some people call Poison Ivy. I usually call her Red. I hope that I can convince ...her to take up the life that I have now. It is essential for my happiness. Maybe I shouldn't love women the way that I love her, but I can't help it. Right now, I am sitting on a park bench with my eyes closed after work so I can figure out what to do. When I am distracted by a certain shadow approaching me, I do not have to open my eyes to know. "This is NOT a slave contract, although upon entering into it you willbecome a slave to my wishes. It's more like a school enrollment, or anenlistment contract. You might want to think of yourself as a foreignexchange student, since once you sign it you will be leaving the maleworld and entering 'girly-space.'"You will be giving yourself over to me completely, doing exactly what Itell you, when I tell you, and there will be consequences for failing topromptly complete your assignments."Now,. I think I'm in love with you too. You're a wonderful man and I..." I interrupted her with a kiss and this time our tongues met. We kissed for several minutes then I reluctantly broke the kiss."That was incredible, Diane. I'd love nothing more than to kiss you some more but we have to get to work. I'll pick you up after work and we'll talk some more."Diane said with a smile, "I hope we do more than talk."I said, "You can count on it." We kissed goodbye and I drove off to the courthouse.I was on. I slugged it down and began packing up my stuff. Before I knew it we were at his house. I'd never been naked in front of a guy before let alone jerked off. The fantasy of masturbating for onlookers was something I frequently thought about but I'd never come close to acting upon it. The ride was relatively short but I rubbed my hard-on through my pants the entire way. Liquored up and intensely horny, I felt the pressure of my rock hard cock pressing forcefully into the front of my pants. Every.