I withdrew and closed my arms round my chest, watching it warily.I didn't know quite what to think.The memory of the scratching pain was fresh in my m...ind but also theincredible sense of strength and calm I'd had.Part of me wanted to label it as dangerous but the other part had simplyenjoyed it.I wondered what to do with it. I definitely didn't want to put it onagain. No way.I looked at the painting things.But it was tempting...5No more than half an hour went by after the transformation before. He can smell her pussy from here. He stands, and I crane my neck to watch him as he moves to the latch. He uncuffs my ankles and undoes the latch. I keep my legs in the position he placed them until he tells me I can move. “Lower those legs and skootch down so that your ass is on the other side of the door. I want to fuck my property in the cage before I mark and score that pretty flesh,” he says. His eyes are dancing. I moan, reflexively and follow his instructions. As soon as my hips clear. She loves dancing and will dance around the house, teasing the crap out of me. She now wears G-Strings, push-up bras and sexy clothing. In the morning she'll prance around the house as she's getting ready -- just kills me... And I'm not much of a dancer (and have little interest in it -- except to be around her). Well, over the last 1/2 a year she's been going out with her friends to clubs, drinking (she never drank until this last year) and generally having fun with her friends. Here's where I. She carefully fit one leg over her heel and then the other pulling them up and adjusting them while Joe watched intently."I may ask you to change those every morning just to get the show. Just when I think you can't excite me any more you..." He started before she interrupted."If you want to make love to me in this dress you'll have to wait so save the sweet talk for later. I have to go to work, you have to pack." She said as she went to the bed and bent to kiss him goodbye.Joe ran his hand up.