"That was lovely," I whisper."You never have a problem getting it up when I dress like this," shebeams down at me.I frown."We've talked about it, its ...just a fetish you have," she goes on."Started with you asking me to wear stockings and heels and progressedfrom there. Now you can only perform while I'm dressed like a whore." I'm sorry," I say; but I'm still trying to get to grips to with whatshe's telling me."No need. We saw a counsellor a few years ago and went through the wholerigmarole. . He knew should get up and find the others. It was getting warmer and clammy sweat started beading out, he could feel it pop out of his skin. There was a buzzing sound in his ears. He started to smell things, the leaves around him seemed thick with a scent of decay. The smell of the earth filled his nostrils, but not the dirt of home, but a rotting smell more like the compost pile his mother kept and spread on her garden. He was hot, the air was hot and almost seemed full of steam. His mother’s. Next heput on those earrings that she was so fond of seeing him in. Theslightest movement of his head made them sway, so that he was constantlyreminded of their presence. Finally he stepped into a pair of tightshoes with two-inch stacked heels.Once he was ready he hurried to reinspect the den, where the group wouldbe gathering. Everything was as it should be but before he could find afew minutes to relax, the doorbell rang. He hurried to answer it, takingpracticed steps in those too-small. “Stop sucking, get up.” I said, while taking my cock out of her mouth.“That’s it? Okay then.” She says with a smile, thinking it’s over.“No, lift up your skirt and take off your panties.”“Um… I don’t want to dirty my clothes, we’re at the mall and we need to hurry up. Hayley is waiting for me.” “Then take off your clothes, fold them and put them in the corner and stop fucking wasting time.” I said, rather harshly. She was visibly hurt but complied. In a few seconds she was naked and god does.