Now all i was interested in was humiliation and punishment and the dressing did nothing for me apart from making me feel silly and humiliated! Anyway,... time passed and my thoughts turned towards the wearing of female clothing for pleasure, now that that interest had entered into my mind i couldn't stop thinking about it. I had no idea what cottaging was, all i knew was that there were certain areas and toilets where it was rumoured that men went to to have fun with each other. I knew several of. His hand was still on my knee, as I leaned in to kiss him again, this time he let me and his hand moved up my leg, as I was kissing his neck I placed my hand on his knee. I pulled his T shirt off him and laid him on the bed, moving my lips down from his onto his nipples, he sighed, running my tongue down further I stopped on the waistband of his jeans.Unbuttoning them I pulled them down, he had a monster of a cock, semi hard in his boxers. As I took his jeans off his ankles he sat up, kissed me. .. I massaged some oil into my swollen pussy, gliding it sensuously over my mound, thighs and ass, and squatted above my dildo. Hesitating only to gaze at your face, I plunged the entire length into my juicy hole, crying out your name so loudly that the entire neighbourhood now knows who I lust after. One hand firmly on the shaft of your... i mean MY dildo, the other rhythmically stroking from mound down to the shaft, I began rising and falling on that cock (which my mind was gratefully. "Is that your final answer, slut?" Yes, Master."I hear him whistle as he steps away to choose what he's punishing me with."Open," he orders. I part my mouth, and he slips a bulbous, silicone butt plug inside. My tongue runs around it, trying to gauge the size. I think it's thicker than his cock and I feel a thrill pass over me. "Now, don't drop it."I want to ask him why he's going to reward me for my behaviour, but then I realise something. I can't cry out with this inside my mouth. I'll surely.