I get dressed and clutch the trench coat around me, terrified of exposingthe sissy concealed underneath. We catch a cab to LAX. Mommy tells meit's g...oing to be just like old times. She sold the high rise condo andmoved back into the suburban house I grew up in.I am a nervous wreck at the airport. I was afraid mommy will make metake the trench coat off, but she is silent.We line up to board and uneventfully walk onto the plane. The stewardessthat greets us is beautiful, and smiles at me. . Where's the adhesive? Where's the concealer? We're going back to yourhouse. You go on ahead. I've got some things to collect and I will beover. Here..." She shoved a bottle of hair remover into her hands. "Youstart by using this all over your body. Then apply some moisturizer -the hair remover is rough stuff. Don't put it on your face!"Now she tells me, Kim thought.Thirty minutes later Kim and Connie were in her bedroom. Kim hadstashed the cosmetics she had used when first. Her ass was totally red when I started in again with the leather strap and then finished off with the cat-o-nine-tails. That was one mean little sucker. It left hundreds of tiny red welts on her otherwise smooth ass.When my arm was sore I stopped and removed Mom’s ball gag. She couldn’t talk or remove her hands from her brass bed. I undressed, spread her feet wide apart, and got between her knees. I knew enough to use the tube of lubricant in her suitcase to grease up my cock and her asshole. It's pretty brilliant, really. I use it to study sexual self-control. The device can recognize whenever you have an orgasm." You picked me specifically?" Of course. This study is about the ability to resist orgasm, so we picked a young lady in her sexual prime who was, shall we say, a slut."Cassandra stuttered."Don't think I don't know of your sexual activities," Dr. Smith continued. "Men, women, gangbangs, all of it, and multiple orgasms every time. And you masturbate nearly twice a day..